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I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes.
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
‘There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.’
Sometimes, too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was
...more
the point of believing everything and nothing about him.
It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.
uncommunicable forever.
there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
That unfamiliar yet recognizable look
Human sympathy has its limits and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.
He had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise,
‘Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead,
‘Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on,
his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.
