I need someone whose mind falls like a chopper on a block; to whom the pitch of absurdity is sublime, and a shoestring adorable. To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?

But these meetings, these partings, finally destroy us.

For she felt a sudden emptiness; a frustration. Her feeling had come too late; there it was ready; but he no longer needed it.

But something is always impelling one to hum vibrating, like the hawk moth, at the mouth of the cavern of mystery.

And since beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful, and he is static, his life stagnates in a china sea.

Possibly when the professor insisted a little too emphatically upon the inferiority of women, he was concerned not with their inferiority, but with his own superiority. That was what he was protecting rather hot-headedly and with too much emphasis, because it was a jewel to him of the rarest price.

I, whom loneliness destroys, let silence fall, drop by drop.