That Aspects Are Within Us;

She Was But A Transient Impression, Half Forgotten.

You, And Those Like You, Take Your Fill Of Pleasure On Earth By Making The Life Of Such As Me Bitter And Black With Sorrow; And Then It Is A Fine Thing, When You Have Had Enough Of That, To Think Of Securing Your Pleasure In Heaven By Becoming Converted!

The Business Of The Poet And The Novelist Is To Show The Sorriness Underlying The Grandest Things And The Grandeur Underlying The Sorriest Things.

Clare Had Studied The Curves Of Those Lips So Many Times That He Could Reproduce Them Mentally With Ease: And Now, As They Again Confronted Him, Clothed With Colour And Life, They Sent An Aura Over His Flesh, A Breeze Through His Nerves, Which Wellnigh Produced A Qualm; And Actually Produced, By Some Mysterious Physiological Process, A Prosaic Sneeze.

There Are Accents In The Eye Which Are Not On The Tongue, And More Tales Come From Pale Lips Than Can Enter An Ear. It Is Both The Grandeur And The Pain Of The Remoter Moods That They Avoid The Pathway Of Sound.