And that's where the whole trouble is. We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.

How much do they be paying you?" he asked mellowly. "The usual salary. A little more than they think I'm worth and a little less than I think I'm worth.

I'll not punish you for having an imagination.

New York! I've always wanted to see it and now I've see it. It's true what they say-- it's the most wonderful city in the world.

I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.

I can never give a 'yes' or a 'no.' I don't believe everything in life can be settled by a monosyllable.