Ghostlike Grandeur

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

that voice was a deathless song.

Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.'

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Breathing dreams like air.