At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.
Without shedding of blood there is no anything. Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by selfsacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again.
Dogs want only love but cats demand worship.
All things great are wound up with all things little.
It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.
Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.