Have you ever heard the earth breath?

The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it.

I would give up my life for my children, but not myself.

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

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.