Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain the thief, and mourned for seven moons over its loss.
Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.
A simile committing suicide is always a depressing spectacle.
I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.
Personally, I have a great admiration for stupidity.
The world seemed to me fine because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived.