She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.

Find the key emotion; this may be all you need know to find your short story.

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

When Eleanor's arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with which his imagination was painting wonders of her. He watched her from the corners of his eyes as ever he did when he walked with her-- she was a feast and a folly and he wished it had been his destiny to sit forever on a haystack and see life through her green eyes.

Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.

They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.

Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.