Book: An American tragedy

They have everything, you know, and I have nothing. Where can I compete with them when they have so much...

May he forgive her for what she tears soaked his shirt front of his immaculate white shirt. It wouldn't be like this.

She was ashamed of his weakness and humiliating confession: she was convinced that it unpleasant.

He was as vain and as proud as poor.

But nothing will not help him, if only he himself can help himself, before Clyde knew it.

They had heard all this, and their youthful and ardent mind was waiting for more from life, than these sermon on the street and in the mission.

In it, as in teasing the boys, said the age-old human desire for complete similarity to the standard.

Will there be a man or a woman who have never been sometimes cruel to each other in matters of love?

They sang and faceless and indifferent street a crowd of bewildered staring at that little family who put voice against universal skepticism and indifference.

- Of course, you dance, Mr. Griffiths?
- No, I do not know, - replied Clyde, instantly sobering this issue; at this moment he sincerely wished he did not have the much needed quality. But now I would love to be able to, he added gallantly...

In fact, outside of his family, he was all alone, and hardly less alone in the family.

His brain could at that time compare with a locked and silent room, where, against his will, he found himself all alone and here reflects on the mysterious and terrifying desires or advice of some dark, primitive part of his "I", unable either to renounce it or to run and not finding the courage to act.

How hard to be poor, without money, without position in society and not be able to live as you want.

He gave her to die - and cowardice in this case a very weak excuse.