But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me." Horace stopped quickly in front of her. "Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?" "Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.

I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.

No decent career was ever founded on a public.

all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand