Fear no more, says the heart.

Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover seeds of truth.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book on the shelf, this having done with the triumphs of youth, lost herself in the process of living, to find it with a shock of delight, as the sun rose, as the day sank. Many a time had she gone, at Barton when they were all talking, to look at the sky; seen it between peoples shoulders at dinner; seen it in London when she could not sleep. She walked to the window.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.