At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.

There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.