“Try to be one of those on whom nothing is lost.”

“Try to be someone upon whom nothing is lost!”

“Be one on whom nothing is lost.”

“She [was] . . . one of those convenient types who don't keep you explaining --minds with doors as numerous as the many-tongued clusters of confessionals at St. Peters.”

“...some sunny empty grass-grown court lost in the heart of the labyrinthine pile.”

“She looked about her again, on her feet, at her scattered melancholy comrades -- some of them so melancholy as to be down on their stomachs in the grass, turned away, ignoring, burrowing; she saw once more, with them, those two faces of the question between which there was so little to choose for inspiration. It was perhaps superficially more striking that one could live if one would; but it was more appealing, insinuating, irresistible in short, that one would live if one could. ”

“You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part.”