The struggle of today, is not altogether for today - it is for a vast future also.

He saw the pleasure you took from your job every day of his life, and THAT was what he wanted.

On my fifteenth birthday, I came to realize that the expression spoiled rotten meant exactly that. We kids were the apples of our parents' eyes, and I, for one, was rotting from inside out.

In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice. He may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stance as many hands high according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter.

It probably takes many years of monastic practice to equal the spiritual growth generated by one sleepless night with a sick child.

He was the kind of man you didn__ notice at first_but then found yourself staring. There was something_something she__ never been able to put her finger on_that inspired a double, triple, quadruple look. He was forever lurking in corners with a cigarette, and seemed to draw her eyes anyway. She didn__ know if she liked him, wasn__ sure if she trusted him, and definitely was afraid _ a little bit _ of his eyes.