The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

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

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.