With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.

And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.

Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.

For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn.

Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.