The salvation of the world is in man's suffering.

She is like all the rest of them. Whether they are seventeen or fortyseven, when they finally come to surrender completely, it's going to be in words.

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret.

There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need.

Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.

Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]