He was the soul of politeness to everyone -- to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
Take what you can yourself, and don't let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
The temerity to believe in nothing.
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?