It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known. Charles Tennyson Turner Read Quote
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul. Charles Tennyson Turner Read Quote
Not until he stood at the altar did he achieve a sense of being hale and furnished. It was strange, he thought, that a man would find his surest current in the spot where he felt least worthy. Charles Tennyson Turner Read Quote
