“Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?”

“If questioning would make us wise no eyes would ever gaze in eyes; if allof our tale were told in speech, no mouth would wonder each to each.Were spirits free from mortal mesh and love not bound to hearts of flesh noaching breast would earn to meet and find their ecstasy complete.For who is there that lives and knows the secret powers by which he grows?Were knowledge all, what were our need to thrill and faint and sweetlybleed?Then not seek, sweet, the “If” and “Why” I love you until I die. For I mustlove because I live And life in me is what you give.”

“The nights in Billancourt were soft and sweet, enlivened now and again by those childish airplane or zeppelin alarms which provided the civilian population with thrills and self-justification.”

“we were alive, together, and conscious, aware of our own mortality, but thrilled by the fact of our own ridiculous existence.”

“All these details took but a moment to apprehend yet the impression made upon Mr. Segundus by the two ladies was unusually vivid --almost supernaturally so-- like images in a delirium. A queer shock thrilled through his whole being his senses were overwhelmed and he fainted away.”

“It was mostly sweet," he whispered, "and you were the sweetest of all.”