“a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.”
“She had always loved him, after all. And perhaps he knew it. Perhaps he saw more than she had suspected. And despite it, he did not look away.”
“The more he knew, the more he desired to know. He had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.”
“And so she shuddered away from the threat of his enduring love. What did he mean? Had she not the power to daunt him? She would see. It was more daring than became a man to threaten her.”
“The more man learned, the more he realized he did not know.”
“He exulted in the possession of himself once more; he realized how much of the delight of the world he had lost when he was absorbed in that madness which they called love; he had had enough of it; he did not want to be in love anymore if love was that.”