We live in an age in which there is no heroic death.
Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.
Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.
Anything can become excusable when seen from the standpoint of the result
Men had been living a proud life, having felt no need for the spirit-until Christianity invented it.
I seemed like a baby bird keeping its truly innocent animal lusts hidden under its wing. I was being tempted, not by the desire of possession, but simply by unadorned temptation itself.