Death was far more certain than God.

All good novelists have bad memories.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Nothing is so strong as gentleness$$$ nothing so gentle as real strength.

All theory is gray$$$ my friend. But forever green is the tree of life.

Choose well. Your choice is brief$$$ and yet endless.

God help us -- for art is long$$$ and life so short.

Divide and rule$$$ a sound motto. Unite and lead$$$ a better one.

Enjoy when you can$$$ and endure when you must.

Instruction does much$$$ but encouragement everything.