When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.
Respectable society believed in God in order to avoid having to speak about him.
Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.
How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.