They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?

Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.