She Was Of The Stuff Of Which

Love Is A Possible Strength In An Actual Weakness.

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

...he Seemed To Approach The Grave As An Hyperbolic Curve Approaches A Line, Less Directly As He Got Nearer, Till It Was Doubtful If He Would Ever Reach It At All.

To Have Lost Is Less Disturbing Than To Wonder If We May Possibly Have Won; And Eustacia Could Now, Like Other People At Such A Stage, Take A Standing-point Outside Herself, Observe Herself As A Disinterested Spectator, And Think What A Sport For Heaven This Woman Eustacia Was.

Is A Woman A Thinking Unit At All, Or A Fraction Always Wanting Its Integer?