The volcano, which for long years the planters did not believe existed, was erupting. (chapter XXXV p473) - Marie Vieux-Chauvet

In every human being there is a blessed soul made miserable by the pursuit of happiness. (p69)

Fear is a vice that takes root once it is cultivated. It takes time to recover from it.
Jean Luze shrugged.
"Who can boast that he has never been afraid?" he shot back at Audier. "At least you have been spared from war. As for me, I bear its mark on my body and soul forever."

Minette pushed away her plate and stood up. What she wouldn't have given to be alone for a moment, just a moment. Oh, to have a room of my own, to be able to close myself up somewhere to think and to cry as much as I want! she thought to herself. (chapter IX, p120)