Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships through the April afternoons.

that voice was a deathless song.

I want to do everything in the world with you.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.

You really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.