The march of humanity, springing as it does from an infinite multitude of individual wills, is continuous.
In infinite time, in infinite matter, in infinite space, is formed a bubble organism, and that bubble lasts a while and bursts, and that bubble is Me.
A battle is won by him who is firmly resolved to win it.
Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . .
It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.
I did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped something of it.