For we think back through our mothers if we are women.

Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.