But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment in which each feels that the other is feeling something having once existed its effect is not to be done away with.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand, the angels come to visit us and we only know them when they are gone.
An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.