I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
A great reader seldom recognizes his solitude.
Reading gives you some place to go when you have to stay where you are.
Like other high subjects, the Law gives no ground to common sense.
The vices of youth now exceed my powers, but not my fancy.
New York loves itself in an unkind and fanatical way.