Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

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

Wine gave a sort of gallantry to their own failure.

There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-- it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.