The end of a life is always vivifying.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.

To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.

Adulterers, take warning, never admit.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.