Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere.
The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.
Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.
The land belongs to the future.
Even the wicked get worse than they deserve.
The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.