Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

...though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.

I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.

He knelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear.