George's son had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same day—another instance of the untoward fate which so often attends dogs and other philosophers who follow out a train of reasoning to its logical conclusion, and attempt perfectly consistent conduct in a world made up so largely of compromise.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on, projecting trait and trace through time to times anon, and leaping from place to place over oblivion.

My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.