For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.
it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams
The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it.
There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.
But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.