I know how inexorable are its decrees.

You have a fancy for me, born of kindness and sympathy, because you know that I am a little lonely.

In our thoughts, too, we live so much in the same world.

That is just one of the ironies of life, Nora.

Our thoughts can move linked together through all the flowery and beautiful places of the world, but our bodies--alas, dear! Do you know how old I really am ?" "I know how young you are," she answered, with a little choke in her throat.
"I am fifty-four years old," he went on.