Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.
It is to do nothing that the elect exist. Action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.
Romantic art deals with the exception and with the individual. Good people, belonging as they do to the normal, and so, commonplace type, are artistically uninteresting.
Through vanity he had spared her.