The woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for.
What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?
things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.
To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of weariness beyond description.
The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.
Freedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as in a masquerade.