The Artist Must Possess The Courageous Soul

There Are Some People Who Leave Impressions Not So Lasting As The Imprint Of An Oar Upon The Water.

No, I Only Think You Cruel, As I Said The Other Day. Maybe Not Intentionally Cruel; But You Seem To Be Forcing Me Into Disclosures Which Can Result In Nothing; As If You Would Have Me Bare A Wound For The Pleasure Of Looking At It, Without The Intention Or Power Of Healing It.

But Whatever Came, She Had Resolved Never Again To Belong To Another Than Herself.

We Shall Be Everything To Each Other. Nothing Else In The World Is Of Any Consequence.

Exhaustion Was Pressing Upon And Overpowering Her. "good-by--because I Love You." He Did Not Know; He Did Not Understand. He Would Never Understand. Perhaps Doctor Mandelet Would Have Understood If She Had Seen Him--but It Was Too Late; The Shore Was Far Behind Her, And Her Strength Was Gone. She Looked Into The Distance, And The Old Terror Flamed Up For An Instant, Then Sank Again.