By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

“At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltatio…”

“Clarissa had a theory in those days—they had heaps of theories, always theories…”

“Indeed my aunt's legacy unveiled the sky to me, and substituted for the large a…”

“The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.”