It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

The two basic stories of all times are Cinderella and Jack the Giant Killer-the charm of women and the courage of men.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.