When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds’ wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and rich and imaginative; they must bend tiny golden tentacles from his imagination to hers, that would take the place of the great, deep love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream.

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

...for a moment people set down their glasses in county clubs and speak-easies and thought of their old best dreams.