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.

I may do some good before I am dead--be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.

Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.

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

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.