You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?

Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.' You'll always be like this to me.' Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

Men don’t often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.

It was strange to have no self-to be like a little boy left alone in a big house, who knew that now he could do anything he wanted to do, but found that there was nothing that he wanted to do.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.