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!

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

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

The world is always curious, and people become valuable merely for their inaccessibility

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.

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