Debut: the first time a young girl is seen drunk in public.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

A writer wastes nothing.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life - it can be a superabundance of interest.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

How strange to have failed as a social creature—even criminals do not fail that way—they are the law's "Loyal Opposition," so to speak. But the insane are always mere guests on earth, eternal strangers carrying around broken decalogues that they cannot read.

I had a strong sudden instinct that I must be alone. I didn’t want to see any people at all. I had seen so many people all my life -- I was an average mixer, but more than average in a tendency to identify myself, my ideas, my destiny, with those of all classes that came in contact with. I was always saving or being saved -- in a single morning I would go through the emotions ascribable to Wellington at Waterloo. I lived in a world of inscrutable hostiles and inalienable friends and supporters.