Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.

Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.

Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.

I nearly always write — just as I nearly always breathe.

Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

People do not want advice - they want corroboration.

The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.