He sees all the lovely influences of life as modes of light: the imagination itself is the world of light. The world is made by it, and yet the world cannot understand it: that is because the imagination is simply a manifestation of love, and it is love and the capacity for it that distinguishes one human being from another.
Gray's soul had turned to this white girl and bowed in worship before her. To a large extent the lad was his.
He is fond of being misunderstood. It gives him a post of vantage.
The hand upon his shoulder weighed like a hand of lead. It was intolerable. It seemed to crush him.
One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.
In America, the young are always ready to give to those who are older than themselves the full benefit of their inexperience.