Why did her whole being bow, like corn under a wind, and erect itself again from this abasement only with a great and rather painful effort?
We must admit that he had eyes like drenched violets, so large that the water seemed to have brimmed in them and widened them; and a brow like the swelling of a marble dome pressed between the two blank medallions which were his temples.
I, who am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement, make this mark, waiting for some winter's evening.
How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
Altogether, the task of estimating the lenght of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.
Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.