Home: it was a phrase one used to mean four walls behind which one slept. There had never been a home.
For peace you needed human company-his aloneness was like a threat of things to come.
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.
Evil ran like malaria in his veins.
When a man wakes after a dangerous operation he puts a special value upon the first face he sees as the anaesthetic wears away.
A virtuous man can almost cease to believe in Hell: but he carried Hell about with him.
Pride wavered in his voice like a plant with shallow roots.