We fled from the truth! In these great happenings we become strangers to each other for the reason that we never knew each other profoundly.

We are vaguely separated on earth from everybody else, but we are mightily distant from our nearest.
* * * * * * After all these things, my former life resumed its indifferent course.
Certainly I am not so unhappy as they who have the bleeding wound of a bereavement or remorse, but I am not so delighted with life as I once hoped to be.

Ah, men's love and women's beauty are too short-lived in this world; and yet, is it not only thereby that we and they exist?
It might be said that love, so pure a thing, the only one worth while in life, is a crime, since it is always punished sooner or later.

I do not understand.

We are a pitiful lot; and everywhere about us--in our movements, within our walls, and from hour to hour, there is a stifling mediocrity.