It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.

Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds-that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things.

Of the rest some we know to be dead though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through the forms of life; others are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six.