It's terrible that one doesn't love people forever.

The new world, he thought, the new life, and how sad it is. I suppose I should be congratulating myself, it may even be that later I shall look back on this as heaven.

There is a deep foundation of my being which knows not of time and change and is still and ever with Hartley, in that good place where we once were.

He wished he was not always young again in his dreams, it made waking up so sad.

She dreamt she saw the Polish Rider passing slowly by and he was weeping and she called out to him, but he turned his head away. She dreamt that she was drowning in the pool of tears.

Never swim in a rough sea, dear boy, this sea's a killer. But the past refused to come back, as it did in dreams, to be remade. Titus walked in my dreams in the brightness of his youth, which was now made eternal. Or else I dreamed that he was dead and felt joy on waking.

We did really love each other . . . didn't we? Didn't we? In the name of that reality —M.

You are sad.""I am always sad.

It's not even like memory. It's all just there.""All the time, Willy?""Every hour, every minute.