We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "But that is all.

That's the whole burden of this novel - the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world that you don't care whether things are true or false as long as they partake of the magical glory.

There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

I talk with the authority of failure - Ernest with the authority of success. We could never sit across the same table again.