Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?" "Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.

Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed and erupted on them until they were ready to be turned. A cheerful brown, they were, with tracings of darker brown. And the kitchen was full of the good sweet smell of them.

There's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.

We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.

A man who gets few letters does not open one lightly.

It was deeply a part of Lee's kindness and understanding that man's right to kill himself is inviolable, but sometimes a friend can make it unnecessary

It's almost impossible to read a fine thing without wanting to do a fine thing.