The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
Augustin stood there looking down at him and cursed him speaking slowly clearly bitterly and contemptuously and cursing as steadily as though he were dumping manure on a field lifting it with a dung fork out of a wagon.
The room was in that disorder produced only by those who have always had servants.
I know you're right. I'm just low, and when I'm low I talk like a fool.
We must all be cut out for what we do, he thought. However you make your living is where your talent lies.
I had always expected to become devout. All my family died very devout. But somehow it does not come. It's too early. Maybe it is too late. Perhaps I have outlived my religious feeling. My own comes only at night. Then too you are in love. Do not forget that is a religious feeling.