The land belongs to the future.
If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry
Thea was still under the belief that public opinion could be placated; that if you clucked often enough, the hens would mistake you for one of themselves.
How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.