Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.

lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.

the time to grant anybody a favor is the day the favor is asked, for that day is the one psychological moment of the world when supply and demand are keyed exacty to each other's limits, and can be mated beatifically to grow old, or die young, together. But after that day -- !

If Beauty is excuse enough for Being, it sure takes Plainness then to feel the real necessity for—Doing.

Supplementing the far, remote Glory-of-God expression in his face, the glory-of-doughnuts shone suddenly very warmly.

Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.

Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.