Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.

...their eyes are full of kindness as each feels the full effect of novelty after a short separation. They are drawing a relaxation from each other's presence, a new serenity.

Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.

I talk with the authority of failure - Ernest with the authority of success. We could never sit across the same table again.

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.

This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.