'April, April, laugh thy girlish laughter, and the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears, April.'

The opportunities for heroism are limited in this kind of world: the most people can do is sometimes not to be as weak as they've been at other times.

I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.

I have no concern for the common man except that he should not be so common.

God knows how you Protestants can be expected to have any sense of direction,' she said. 'It's different with us. I haven't been to mass for years, I've got every mortal sin on my conscience, but I know when I'm doing wrong. I'm still a Catholic.

She was more than ever proud of the position of the bungalow, so almost in the country.