One is oneself a fine consequence.

... since she might not be splendid, she would at least be immaculate.

The artist is present in every page of every book from which he sought so assiduously to eliminate himself.

It is no wonder he wins every game. He has never done a thing in his life exept play games

You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud - a missile that should never have reached you - and down you drop to the ground.

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

Which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?