“Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known”

“Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207”

“I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.”

“I remembered what you had said to me on that wonderful evening we first dined together, about the search for beauty being the real secret of life…”

“Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train.”

“The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little things, the things of no moment, remain with us. In some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.”

“His nature had developed like a flower, had borne blossoms of scarlet flame. Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his Soul, and Desire had come to meet it on the way.”