She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

As he paid the hansom and followed his wife's long train into the house he took refuge in the comforting platitude that the first six months were always the most difficult in marriage. 'After that I suppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing off each other’s angles,' he reflected; but the worst of it was that May's pressure was already bearing on the very angles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep