For nothing was simply one thing.
To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.
For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.
The truer the facts the better the fiction.
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
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.