"Death of that sort is very near to resurrection." "It 's too horrible," Roderick went on; "it has all come over me here tremendously! If I were not ashamed, I could shed a bushel of tears.

For one hour of what I have been, I would give up anything I may be!" "Never mind what you have been; be something better!" "I shall never be anything again: it 's no use talking! But I don't know what secret spring has been touched since I have lain here.

Something in my heart seemed suddenly to open and let in a flood of beauty and desire.

I know what I have lost, and I think it horrible! Mind you, I know it, I feel it! Remember that hereafter.

Don't say that he was stupefied and senseless; that his perception was dulled and his aspiration dead.