Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.
Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.
In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults.
A big iron needle stitching the country together.
Teaching is the royal road to learning.
We can love an honest rogue, but what is more offensive than a false saint?
