Gods always behave like the people who make them.
every heart has its graveyard.
They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.
The whole matter revolves around the self-respect of my people. How much satisfaction can I get from a court order for somebody toassociate with me who does not wish me near them?
Friendship is a mysterious and ocean-bottom thing. Who can know the outer ranges of it? Perhaps no human being has ever explored its limits.