Open the book to page ninety-nine and read, and the quality of the whole will be revealed to you. - Ford Madox Ford

It's the quality of harmony, sir. The quality of being in harmony with you own soul. God having given you your own soul you are then in harmony with Heaven.

The war had made a man of him! It had coarsened him and hardened him. There was no other way to look at it. It had made him reach a point at which he would no longer stand unbearable things.

Words passed, but words could no more prove an established innocence than words can enhance a love that exists.