I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of my devotion.

A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction.

No, I only think you cruel, as I said the other day. Maybe not intentionally cruel; but you seem to be forcing me into disclosures which can result in nothing; as if you would have me bare a wound for the pleasure of looking at it, without the intention or power of healing it.

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.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves… They belonged to her her and were her own, and she entertained the conviction that she had a right to them and they they concerned no one but herself.