Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
The rich get richer and the poor get - children.
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.
That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.