There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

I suppose the love of life which periodically deserts most men was returning: like sexual desire, it moves in cycles.

When you visualized a man or woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity- that was a quality God's image carried with it.

But the great moment was over - here in Orizaba it was like Galilee between the Crucifixion and the Resurrection - all the enthusiasm had been spent.

One of the most obvious facts about grown-ups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.

All the time a person is a child he is both a child and learning to be a parent. After he becomes a parent he becomes predominantly a parent reliving childhood.

She was a young person whose reveries never were in retrospect. For her past was no treasury of distinct memories, all hoarded and classified, some brighter th…