Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
Does nobody understand?
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
Nations have their ego, just like individuals.
Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.