Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.

You have to develop a conscience and if on top of that you have talent so much the better. But if you have talent without conscience, you are just one of many thousand journalists.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

that voice was a deathless song.

And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use 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.