Envy is impotent, numbed with fear, never ceasing in its appetite, and it knows no gratification, but endless self-torment. It has the ugliness of a trapped rat, which gnaws its own foot in an effort to escape. |
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. |
I have no concern for the common man except that he should not be so common. |
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. |
Once a Catholic always a Catholic. |
She was more than ever proud of the position of the bungalow, so almost in the country. |
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. |