It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with gray-turning, gold-turning light. The Shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.

he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.

How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.

Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.