There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.

and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.

I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.

Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face - as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.

The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.