Nobody had beheld the gravitation of the two into one

Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.

The defective can be more than the entire.

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

Some folk want their luck buttered.

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.