We are all born equally far from the sun.

Life is fighting. In life$$$ it's the look ahead that counts. We are all born equally far from the sun. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love.

Some things are not forgiveable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgiveable. It is the most unforgiveable thing in my opinion$$$ and the one thing in which I have never$$$ ever been guilty.

I don't believe in "original sin." I don't believe in "guilt." I don't believe in villains or heroes - only right or wrong ways that individuals have taken$$$ not by choice but by necessity or by certain still-uncomprehended influences in themselves$$$ their circumstances$$$ and their antecedents. This is so simple I'm ashamed to say it$$$ but I'm sure it's true. In fact$$$ I would bet my life on it!

I'll tell you what I want. Magic! Yes$$$ yes$$$ magic! I try to give that to people. I misinterpret things to them. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth. And if that is sinful$$$ then let me be damned for it! - Don't turn the light on!

The low-tone clarinet moans. The door upstairs opens again. Stella slips down the rickety stairs in her robe. Her eyes are glistening with tears and her hair loose about her throat and shoulders. They stare at each other. Then they come together with low$$$ animal moans. He falls to his knees on the steps and presses his face to her belly$$$ curving a little with maternity. Her eyes go blind with tenderness as she catches his head and raises him level with her. He snatches the screen door open and lifts her off her feet and bears her into the dark flat.

The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die$$$ I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die--with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor$$$ a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. "Poor lady$$$" they'll say$$$ "The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.

We'll start to forget a place once we left it

I should like to ask you:-Does your childhood seem far off? Do the days when you sat at your mother's knee$$$ seem days of very long ago?"Responding to his softened manner$$$ Mr. Lorry answered:"Twenty years back$$$ yes; at this time of my life$$$ no. For$$$ as I draw closer to the end$$$ I travel in the circle$$$ nearer and nearer to the beginning. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way.

Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal lights: some$$$ so remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful whether their rays have been yet discovered it$$$ as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black.