It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

Riches seem to come to the poor in spirit, the poor in interest and joy. To put it straight - the very rich are a poor bunch of bastards

You can only understand people if you feel them in yourself.

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.

Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everbody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.

They must be real people. And this means that every word in every line of speech must be accurate and full of some kind of meaning which stretches not only forward in the book but stems from before in the book.