His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

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.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.

Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?

It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.