Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe.

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

...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

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.

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

Would you like a whiskey?' I say. 'I've got some.' (That's original. I bet nobody's ever thought of that way of bridging the gap before.)

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?