To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.

Maybe we do go home, finally.

The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a theme ever building to a climax which would never come.

A real devil among devils.

We live forever; but they don't come back.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.