“Skoonheid is iets wonderliks en vreemds wat die kunstenaar al worstelend uit die chaos van die wereld haal.”

“Dying is a dull, dreary affair. my advice is that you have nothing whatever to with it.”

“He died last year. He had endured that life for six years. He was found one morning on the mountainside lying quite peacefully as though he had died in his sleep. From where he lay he had been able to see those two great rocks called the Faraglioni which stand out of the sea. It was full moon and he must have gone to see them by moonlight. Perhaps he died of the beauty of that sight.”

“I don't understand anything. Life is so strange. I feel like some one who's lived all his life by a duck-pond and suddenly is shown the sea. It makes me a little breathless, and yet it fills me with elation. I don't want to die, I want to live. I'm beginning to feel a new courage. I feel like one of those old sailors who set sail for undiscovered seas and I think my soul hankers for the unknown.”

“Quizá cuando su vida acabe no deje de su paso por la tierra señales más profundas que las que un canto arrojado al río deja sobre la superficie del agua.”

“No one ever died of love yet," said the prioress with a savage bitterness.”

“I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.”