We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.

We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

Let us not take for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.

To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men without envy, to be everything and everywhere in sympathy and yet content to remain where and what you are.