A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

There was plenty of life left and if he had to he would use it all to get her back. The time had passed for making promises to her-all that was left for him was to act.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.

Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.