the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

Patience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?

McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business.

Men play harder than they work; women work harder than they play.

Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.