First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.

Life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

This late age of the world’s experience had bred in them all, all men and women, a well of tears.