There it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it.

Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

History would be an excellent thing if only it were true.

History would be a wonderful thing – if it were only true.

To speak of it would be giving importance to something that has none.