Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.

When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.

In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving. Nature does not often say 'See!' to her poor creature at a time when seeing can lead to happy doing; or reply 'Here!' to a body's cry of 'Where?' till the hide-and-seek has become an irksome outworn game.

Somebody might have come along that way who would have asked him his trouble, and might have cheered him by saying that his notions were further advanced than those of his grammarian. But nobody did come, because nobody does; and under the crushing recognition of his gigantic error Jude continued to wish himself out of the world.

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

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.