They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and rich and imaginative; they must bend tiny golden tentacles from his imagination to hers, that would take the place of the great, deep love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream.

Switzerland is a country where very few things begin, but many things end.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

Beware the artist who's an intellectual also. The artist who doesn't fit.

Don't forget who you are and where you come from.

Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play.

I want to be a society vampire, you see.