What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.

What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved?

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.