In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.

Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat.

By her shining and her power he knew her.

One must live as if it would be forever, and as if one might die each moment. Always both at once.

All tragedies deal with fated meetings; how else could there be a play? Fate deals its stroke; sorrow is purged, or turned to rejoicing; there is death, or triumph; there has been a meeting, and a change. No one will ever make a tragedy - and that is as well, for one could not bear it - whose grief is that the principals never met.

Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.