Then there came a faraway, booming voice like a low, clear bell. It came from the center of the bowl and down the great sides to the ground and then bounced toward her eagerly. 'You see I am fate,' it shouted, 'and stronger than your puny plans; and I am how-things-turn-out and I am different from your little dreams, and I am the flight of time and the end of beauty and unfulfilled desire; all the accidents and imperceptions and the little minutes that shape the crucial hours are mine. I am the exception that proves no rules, the limits of your control, the condiment in the dish of life.

Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one... just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.