Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.