It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be

She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.

... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.

I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession.