There are men everywhere who talk and talk, saying nothing. I am afraid I am becoming one of that kind. - Sherwood Anderson

حياة الناس أشبه بشجيرات في غابة، تخنقها أشجار متسلقة. و ليست الأشجار المتسلقة سوى أفكار و عقائد عتيقة غرسها الموتى

I looked at mother with adoration in my own eyes, and when she had taken the kerosene lamp and had gone away, and when we boys were all again curled quietly like sleeping puppies in the bed, I cried a little, as I am sure father must have cried sometimes when there was no one about. Perhaps his getting drunk, as he did on all possible occasions, was a way of crying too.

Here and there a man respected the operator. Instinctively the man felt in him a glowing resentment of something he had not the courage to resent.