It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

...I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to clothe myself in.

Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.

The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be humble if she knew what was good for her.