The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant.

It was not despair, but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promises broken and unfulfilled. Yet there were other days when she listened, was led on and deceived by fresh promises which her youth had held out to her.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

Goodbye -- Because I love you.