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.

Travel, which had once charmed him, seemed, at length, unendurable, a business of color without substance, a phantom chase after his own dream's shadow.

She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.

Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss. 'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two.

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.