But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

If a man's esteem and gratitude are ever worth the winning, you have won mine today. If ever the future should bring to you a time when you need a man's help, believe me, you will not call in vain. God grant that no such time may ever come to you to break the sunshine of your life; but if it should ever come, promise me that you will let me know.