Travel, which had once charmed him, seemed, at length, unendurable, a business of color without substance, a phantom chase after his own dream's shadow.

Once a change of direction has begun, even though it's the wrong one, it still tends to clothe itself as thoroughly in the appurtenances of Tightness as if it had been a natural all along.

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

He felt married to her, that was all.

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

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