Moreover, with her, I dream of youth." "Is youth so happy ?" we both asked.
"We think so, when we see it in others." "Not all of us," she said.

"You think Cassandra has no ways of her own! She can make us change ours; do you know that ?" "May be." A habit grew upon me of consulting the sea as soon as I rose in the morning.

Its aspect decided how my day would be spent.

I watched it, studying its changes, seeking to understand its effect, ever attracted by an awful materiality and its easy power to drown me.

By the shore at night the vague tumultuous sphere, swayed by an influence mightier than itself, gave voice, which drew my soul to utter speech for speech.