Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.

Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

There has never been an American tragedy. There have only been great failures.

It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.

All things come to him who mates.