Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

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

To create souls in men, to create fine happiness and fine despair she must remain deeply proud - proud to be inviolate, proud also to be melting, to be passionate and possessed.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [...] It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.

All I think of ever is that I love you.