But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.

When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre

I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.

When she read just now to James, 'and there were numbers of soldiers with kettledrums and trumpets,' and his eyes darkened, she thought, why should they grow up, and lose all that?

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

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

For nothing was simply one thing.