So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.

Never in her life – she could swear it from the bottom of her soul – had she ever intended to do wrong; yet these hard judgments had come. Whatever her sins, they were not sins of intention, but of inadvertence, and why should she have been punished so persistently?

She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

By experience", says Roger Ascham, "we find out a short way by a long wandering." Not seldom that long wandering unfits us for further travel, and of what use is our experience to us then?

Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.