We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them...

His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.

There is an Easter sense in which all things are made new in the risen Christ. A tiny gleam of this is reflected in all true art.

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

...she had regained what I thought she had lost forever, the magical sadness which had drawn me to her, the thwarted look that had seemed to say, "Surely I was made for some other purpose than this?

The most futile and disastrous day seems well spent when it is reviewed through the blue, fragrant smoke of a Havana Cigar.

At first it was impressive, but after half and hour deadly monotonous. It was like everything German - overdone.