“I said life had been imperfect, an unfinished phrase.”

“It is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams.”

“He had the kind of beauty which defends itself from any caress.”

“I condemn you. Yet my heart years towards you. I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet am happiest alone.”

“It breaks, the thread I try to spin; your laughter breaks it, your indifference, also your beauty.”