The test of one's decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has stopped caring, and after one has found out that one can never please the people they wanted to please.

When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.

The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.

It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.

Yes, and because we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forbears put into us. I can feel his savagery strengthen in me. We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young; but the nature our strain of blood carries is inside there, waiting, like our skeleton.