- But he would not go mad. He would shut his eyes; he would see no more.
- The compensation of growing old [...] was simply this; that the passions remain as strong as ever, but one has gained--at last!--the power which adds the supreme flavour to existence--the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light.
- It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
- Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.
- For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying -- what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt. / "But I do not know," said Peter Walsh, "what I feel."
- for, she admitted, she knew nothing about them, only jumped to conclusions, as one does, for what can one know even of the people one lives with everyday? she asked. Are we not all prisoners?
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