Heroes, whatever high ideas we may have of them, are mortal and not divine. We are all as God made us and many of us much worse.
Asking a writer what he thinks about criticism is like asking a lamppost what it feels about dogs.
Marriage is rather a silly habit.
A refined sort of butcher, a woman is.
That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?
They spend their time looking forward to the past.