Sara could commit adultery at one end and weep for her sins at the other, and enjoy both operations at once.

Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like people listening. And their smiles are just politeness.

It was as dark as the inside of a cabinet minister.

The will is never free - it is always attached to an object, a purpose. It is simply the engine in the car - it can't steer

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.

An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.

The only good government... Is a bad one in a hell of a fright.