Do you know that I have undergone three quarters of this labour entirely for the sake of the fourth quarter?

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")

The beggarly question of parentage--what is it, after all? What does it matter, when you come to think of it, whether a child is yours by blood or not? All the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care. That excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own-soul-ism, and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom.

He wished she knew his impressions; but he would as soon have thought of carrying an odour in a net as of attempting to convey the intangibilities of his feeling in the coarse meshes of language. So he remained silent.

A blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.

The defective can be more than the entire.

There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.