Яна Ануфриева

Below them coconut trees tumbled down steeply to the lagoon, and the lagoon in the evening light had the colour, tender and varied of a dove's breast. On a creek, at a little distance, were the clustered huts of a native village, and towards the reef was a canoe, sharply silhouetted, in which were a couple of natives fishing.

"Beauty," murmured Arnold Jackson. "You seldom see beauty face to face. Look at it well, Mr. Hunter, for what you see now you will never see again, since the moment is transitory, but it will be an imperishable memory in your heart. You touch eternity."

I don't know. Perhaps never."
"What in heaven's name do you mean?" cried Bateman.
"I'm very happy here. Wouldn't it be folly to make a change?"

Perhaps even the best of us are sinners

I began to think. I'd never had time to do that before. I began to read."

I'd always been too busy before. And gradually all the life that had seemed so important to me began to seem rather trivial and vulgar. What is the use of all this hustle and this constant striving?

We know that it will profit a man little if he gain the whole world and lose his soul. I think I have won mine."