What is character but the determination of incident? What is incident but the illustration of character?

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.

There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.

I don't care about anything but you, and that's enough for the present. I want you to be happy--not to think of anything sad; only to feel that I'm near you and I love you. Why should there be pain? In such hours as this what have we to do with pain? That's not the deepest thing; there's something deeper.

I recall my fleeting instants in Savannah as the taste of a cup charged to the brim.

The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.