So the storm passed and every one was happy.

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

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

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

I would give up the unessential; I would give up my money, I would give up my life for my children; but I wouldnt give myself. I can't make it more clear; it's only something I am beginning to comprehend, which is revealing itself to me.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.