It flattered her, where she was most susceptible of flattery, to think how, wound about in their hearts, however long they lived she would be woven...

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Well, we must wait for the future to show.

I have had my vision.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand changing leaves.

in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds)

No "knack" of drawing heads can compete with sound knowledge.

Sinful heart blames.

Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness.

Men have always shown a dim knowledge of their better potentialities by paying homage to those purest leaders who taught the simplest and most inclusive rules for an undivided mankind.

It's the people who are doing the nonviolent organizing at the grassroots that make me think there's still hope.

Interestingly enough after diving to 235 feet in Saba, I visited the Virgin Islands. There, as a pure Karmic coincidence, I met the inventor of the snowboard, Steve Sanders, Mr. Burton's brother.

Blood hardly defines one's character. We are made by our actions, not our blood. - Soren

Worship is living our life individually and corporately as continuous living sacrifices to the glory of a person or thing.

I act for free, but I demand a huge salary as compensation for all the annoyance of being a public personality. In that sense, I earn every dime I make.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.