She Had A Certain Way Of Looking

There's No More Usual Basis Of Union Than Mutual Misunderstanding.

She Envied Ralph His Dying, For If One Were Thinking Of Rest That Was The Most Perfect Of All. To Cease Utterly, To Give It All Up And Not Know Anything More — This Idea Was As Sweet As The Vision Of A Cool Bath In A Marble Tank, In A Darkened Chamber, In A Hot Land.

Excellence Does Not Require Perfection.

I Intend To Judge Things For Myself; To Judge Wrongly, I Think, Is More Honorable Than Not To Judge At All.

... Since She Might Not Be Splendid, She Would At Least Be Immaculate.