What saved me, as I now see, was that it turned to something else altogether. It didn't last as suspense - it was superseded by horrible proofs. - Henry James

"Apologies, Mrs. Touchett intimated, were of no more use to her than bubbles, and she herself never dealt in such articles. One either did the thing or one didn't, and what one "would" have done belonged to the sphere of the irrelevant, like the idea of a future life or of the origin of things."

The terrace and the whole place, the lawn and the garden beyond it, all I could see of the park, were empty with a great emptiness.

Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.