It was the stupidity of virility that impressed me--

“Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us. Second-h…”

“Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown…”

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

“Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose," she read, and so reading she was as…”