Tsitaadid raamatust «Love of Life / Любовь к жизни»

ourn,” said the second man. His voice was utterly and drearily expressionless. He spoke without enthusiasm; and the first man, limping into the milky stream that foamed over the rocks, vouchsafed

The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances

“This out of all will remain — They have lived and have tossed: So much of the game will be gain, Though the gold of the dice has been lost.”