She knew few words and believed in none.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

There has never been an American tragedy. There have only been great failures.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!

All I think of ever is that I love you.

His youth seemed never so vanished as now in the contrast between the utter loneliness of this visit and that riotous, joyful party of four years before. Things that had been the merest commonplaces of his life then, deep sleep, the sense of beauty around him, all desire, had flown away and the gaps they left were filled only with the great listlessness of his disillusion.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.