He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love.
Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch.
If only the sense of actuality can be lulled-and it sleeps for ever in most historians-there is no passion that cannot be gratified in the past.
While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea
Nature pulls one way and human nature another.
Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.