I did not know till now how irresolute a character was mine.

Nevertheless, life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either.

There comes with old age a time when the heart is no longer fusible or malleable, and must retain the form in which it has cooled down.

But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together.

You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

Perhaps, she says (Madame de la Rougierre), Other souls than human are sometimes born into the world & clothed in human flesh.

I remember everything about it—with an effort. I see it all, as divers see what is going on above them, through a medium, dense, rippling, but transparent.