Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a lottery.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

[I]t's safer to be fond of dangerous people.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

Archer reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.