I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.

I think they're very attractive,' Abe agreed. 'I just don't think they're attractive, that's all.

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

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.