For There Is Never Any

Very Few People Really Care About Freedom, About Liberty, About The Truth, Very Few. Very Few People Have Guts, The Kind Of Guts On Which A Real Democracy Has To Depend. Without People With That Sort Of Guts A Free Society Dies Or Cannot Be Born.

My Father Was Always So Mingled With Rage At His Life.

I Treasure Solitude. One Doesn't Have To Have Human Contact.

For She Was Of That Generation Who, Having Found Nothing In Religion, Had Formed Themselves Through Literature.

Bad Luck For Both Of Us, We Are Both Boulder-pushers.