It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

If I did not believe in life, if I were to lose faith in the woman I love, if I were to lose faith in the order of things, even if I were to become convinced, on the contrary, that everything is a disorderly, damned, and perhaps devilish chaos, if I were struck even by all the horrors of human disillusionment-still I would want to live, and as long as I have bent to this cup, I will not tear myself from it until I've drunk it all!

... I retraced my steps, walked up to her, and in another moment would have certainly said, "Madam!" if I had not known that that exclamation had been made a thousand times before in all Russian novels of high life. It was that alone that stopped me.

The trouble with children is that they are not returnable.

We have seen our Wednesday night youth program grow because of Friday nights.