Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

“I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfin…”

“His youth seemed never so vanished as now in the contrast between the utter lon…”

“Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.”

“Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her …”