And Yet To Every Bad There Is

You Concede Nothing To Me And I Have To Concede Everything To You.

I Want To Question My Belief, So That What Is Left After I Have Questioned It, Will Be Even Stronger.

To Dwellers In A Wood, Almost Every Species Of Tree Has Its Voice As Well As Its Feature.

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.

She Was At That Modulating Point Between Indifference And Love, At The Stage Called Having A Fancy For. It Occurs Once In The History Of The Most Gigantic Passions, And It Is A Period When They Are In The Hands Of The Weakest Will.