Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

Once a change of direction has begun, even though it's the wrong one, it still tends to clothe itself as thoroughly in the appurtenances of Tightness as if it had been a natural all along.

It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.