The Triumph of Death

If, as you say, speech is an imperfect sign, it is not well to abuse it. And you do abuse it and in an almost always cruel manner."

The soul is incommunicable. You cannot show me your soul. Even in our most ecstatic moments we are two, always two—separate, strangers, lonely at heart.

Every human soul has but a fixed quantity of sensitiveness for passion.

in the dialogues, the preoccupation caused by being perspicacious often obscured the sincerity of his emotion and led him to err

Happy are the dead!" exclaimed George at last. "They have no more doubts."