To Teach One's Self Is To Be

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

... In The Nineteen-thirties ... The Most Casual Reader Of Murder Mysteries Could Infallibly Detect The Villain, As Soon As There Entered A Character Who Had Recently Washed His Neck And Did Not Commit Mayhem On The English Language.

The Worst Thing About War Is That So Many People Enjoy It.

There Is No Monster More Destructive Than The Inventive Mind That Has Outstripped Philosophy.

The Nearer She Came To Death, The More, By Some Perversity Of Nature, Did She Enjoy Living.