Religions change; beer and wine remain. - Hervey Allen

I lay there in the river for a minute and gave up. When you do that something dies inside.

Between the villages of Aubière and Romagnat in the ancient Province of Auvergne there is an old road that comes suddenly over the top of a high hill. To stand south of this ridge looking up at the highway flowing over the skyline is to receive one of those irrefutable impressions from landscape which requires more than a philosopher to explain. In this case it is undoubtedly, for some reason, one of exalted expectation.

Local color has a fatal tendency to remain local; but it is also true that the universal often borders on the void.