You cannot cross the narrow bridge of art carrying all its tools in your hands. Some you must leave behind.
One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.
Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!
Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.
Life without illusion is a ghostly affair.
Disastrous would have been the result if a fire or a death had suddenly demanded something heroic of human nature, but tragedies come in the hungry hours.