“The neurotic youth of to-day renews no ante-existent type. You will look in vain for a face like Amos's amongst the busts of the recovered past. The same weakness of outline you may point to - the sheep-like features falling… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“He saw a chamber, broad and low, designed, in its every rich stain of picture and slumberous hanging, to appeal to the sensuous. And… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“I think God hands over to His apprentices the moulding of vessels that don't interest Him. ("The Accursed Cordonnier")” — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“Rose was patently a degenerate. Nature, in scheduling his characteristics, had pruned all superlatives. The rude armour of the flesh, under which the spiritual,… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“This,' said the stranger softly, as if to himself, 'is the woeful proof, indeed, of decadence. Man waives his prerogative of lordship over the… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“Bully the jade, and she will love you. ("The Accursed Cordonnier")” — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“Let the beggar speak for himself. He's in earnest. Haven't we been bred on the principle of self-sacrifice, till we've come to think a… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“Lady Sarah Henbery was his hostess, and the inspired projector of a new scheme of existence (that was, in effect, the repudiation of any… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“But there, set as in the crater of a mountain of sand, and inaccessible to mortal footstep, stands unperishing the glory of the earth.… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“Superficially, the figure in the smoking-room was that of a long, weedy young man - hairless as to his face; scalped with a fine… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“My (paradoxically) Christian name was bestowed in compliment to a godfather, sir. I am no Jew. I have already enough to know the curse… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“I have an acute sense of delicacy. Naturally I am prejudiced in favour of virtue. ("The Accursed Cordonnier")” — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
“A long light robe, sulphur-coloured, clung to the sleeper from low throat to ankle; bands of narrow nolana-blue ribbon crossed her breast and were… — Bernard Capes Copy Share Image
