Thou mayest rule over sin,' Lee. That's it. I do not believe all men are destroyed. I can name you a dozen who were not, and they are the ones the world lives by. It is true of the spirit as it is true of battles — only the winners are remembered.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.

Intentions, good or bad, are not enough. There's luck or fate or something else that takes over.

It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.