There is only one trait that marks the writer. He is always watching. It's a kind of trick of the mind and he is born with it.

His sins seemed to be so few that he was alarmed and groped anxiously for more, knowing he could not be without guilt.

The last confession he heard was from a young hysterical girl who seemed to him to be making up a chain of small sins so that she could imagine herself full of remorse.

Putting his head down on the dog's neck, he vowed to himself fervently that he would always have some money on hand, no matter what became of him, so that he would be able to protect all that was truly valuable from the practical people in the world.