As Far As Modern Writing Is Concerned,

Literature Is The Art Of Discovering Something Extraordinary About Ordinary People, And Saying With Ordinary Words Something Extraordinary.

No Deep And Strong Feeling, Such As We May Come Across Here And There In The World, Is Unmixed With Compassion. The More We Love, The More The Object Of Our Love Seems To Us To Be A Victim.

Yet The Order Of The Acts Is Planned And The End Of The Way Inescapable. I Am Alone; All Drowns In The Pharisees' Hypocrisy.

And Why Is It, Thought Lara, That My Fate Is To See Everything And Take It All So Much To Heart?

She Was Here On Earth To Make Sense Of Its Wild Enchantments.