Women are so enigmatical - some in everything - all in matters of the heart. Don't they sometimes actually admire what is repulsive?

Old persons are sometimes as unwilling to die as tired-out children are to say good night and go to bed.

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.

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.

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

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