These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream

"I was counting the waves", replied Amory gravely, "I'm going in for statistics".

Everything that begins, begins with blood.

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.

Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.