... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it only through theprison bars of illness and suffering! Plus je vois, the more I am thrilled by the spectacle.

Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not have surprised them to feel a summer breeze on their faces, or to see the lights among the boughs reduplicated in the arch of a starry sky. The strange solitude about them was no stranger than the sweetness of being alone in it together.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

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