Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.

“Miss Prism: Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel, Cecily. I wrote…”

“Ludzie, którzy kochają tylko jeden raz w życiu są płytcy. To, co nazywają lojal…”

“in every pleasure, cruelty has its place...”

“In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you”