You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!
he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.
It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.