You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

Paths are made by walking

At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

It requires enormous presence of mind or rather quickness of wit, when opening your eyes to seize hold as it were of everything in the room at exactly the same place where you had let it go on the previous evening. That is why the moment of waking up was the riskiest moment of the day. Once that was well over without deflecting you from your orbit, you could take heart of grace for the rest of the day.