Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!

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

I've got an adjective that just fits you.

You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to makes such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person I thought it was your secret pride." "I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor." She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.