Mechanism! Everywhere — mechanism! Devices for getting away from life so complete that there seemed no life to get away from. - John Galsworthy

FROME. What was the nature of your relations with him? RUTH. We were friends. THE JUDGE. Friends? RUTH. [Simply] Lovers, sir. THE JUDGE. [Sharply] In what sense do you use that word? RUTH. We love each other.

I paused, watching the swallows; for they seemed to me the symbol, in their swift, sure curvetting, all daring and balance and surprise, of the delicate poise and motion of Art, that visits no two men alike, in a world where no two things of all the things there be, are quite the same.

"Really," said Winifred suddenly; "it almost seems like Fate. Only that's so old-fashioned."