Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.

Never befuddle a solitary thrashing with a last annihilation.

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