One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.
She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.
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.
I don't really care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.