Her beauty satisfied [his] artistic eye, her peculiarities piqued his curiosity, her vivacity lightened his ennui, and her character interested him by the unconscious hints it gave of power, pride and passion. So entirely natural and unconventional was she that he soon found himself on a familiar footing, asking all manner of unusual questions, and receiving rather piquant replies.

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.

People cannot be molded like clay.

To most the end comes as naturally and simply as sleep.

I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.

If we are all alive ten years hence, let's meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now.