Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.
It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters.
He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her
to comfort any mortal against loneliness, one other is enough.
Life is strong stuff, some of us can bear more of it than others.
I had done battle with a great fear and the victory was mine.