It is awfully hard work doing nothing.
It is not wise to find symbols in everything that one sees. It makes life too full of terrors.
She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons.
She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.
And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal