The victor belongs to the spoils.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life - it can be a superabundance of interest.

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

You really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.

that voice was a deathless song.

The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.