But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.

Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself.

She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.

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

The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity

Some folk want their luck buttered.