Newspapers are even worse for me than ice cream; headlines, and the big issues that generate the headlines, are pure fat.
Here in St. Cloud's it is high time something was done for the good of someone. What better place for improvement could there be for self-improvement, and for the good of all than a place where evil has so clearly flourished if not altogether triumphed?
There was the human body, which was so clearly designed to want babies--and then there was the human mind, which was so confused about the matter.
It's natural to want someone you love to do what you want, or what you think would be good for them, but you can't interfere with people you love anymore than you're supposed to interfere with people you don't even know.
History is composed of the smallest, often undetected mistakes.
If pride was a sin, thought Dr. Larch, the greatest sin was moral pride.
It may be especially easy to deceive loved ones - the people who love you are the least willing to acknowledge your deceit.
An orphan is simply more of a child than other children in that essential appreciation of the things that happen daily, on schedule.
He meant he was grateful for its children and for the feeling they gave him: that the act of bringing them into this world was perhaps the safest phase of their journey.
If Homer had been to the ocean, he would have recognized that she was like the tide, like surf--surging in and out and back and forth.
The true physician's soul cannot be too broad and gentle.
Adolescence. Is it the first time in life we discover that we have something terrible to hide from those who love us?
Even in enlightened times, unwanted babies will manage to be born.
For example, one of the oldest games that orphans play is imagining that their parents want them back - that their parents are looking for them.
"Anger is a funny thing," Dr. Larch began, believing that anger was an unfunny thing.
Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!