The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

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

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.