We all must try to be good.

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and rich and imaginative; they must bend tiny golden tentacles from his imagination to hers, that would take the place of the great, deep love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream.

She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

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

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.