They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.

Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.