At first it was impressive, but after half and hour deadly monotonous. It was like everything German - overdone.

These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

The worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy. That is what it would mean; starting a life with you, without Him. Julia to Charles

She told me later that she had made a kind of note of me in her mind, as, scanning the shelf for a particular book, one will sometimes have one's attention caught by another, take it down, glance at the title page and saying "I must read that, too, when I've the time," replace it and continue the search.

He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.

That was the change in her from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, magical sadness which spoke straight to the heart and struck silence; it was the completion of her beauty.

His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.