They talked about God. They had no picture in their minds of some mist steaming upward: rather of strong, skillful hands thrust down to make, and mend, perhaps even to destroy.

“Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.”

“A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered.”

“No man who cares about originality will ever be original. It's the man who's on…”

“Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have know…”