She is written in a foreign tongue.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

The girl had a certain nobleness of imagination, which rendered her a good many services and played her a great many tricks.

Instead of leading to the high places of happiness, from which the world would seem to lie below one, so that one could look down with a sense of exaltation and advantage, and judge and choose and pity, it led rather downward and earthward, into realms of restriction and depression, where the sound of other lives, easier and freer, was heard as from above, and served to deepen the feeling of failure.

The only success worth one's powder was success in the line of one's idiosyncrasy... what was talent but the art of being completely whatever one happened to be?

If one is strong, one loves the more strongly.

His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.