He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

I was too absorbed to be responsive

The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.

interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end

Prose talent depends on having something to say and an interesting, highly developed way of saying it.