There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.
John SteinbeckThis monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.
John SteinbeckFor the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too. Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost- good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies anymore, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word.
John Steinbeck