I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.

Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement. Discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint.

To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

I'll never be a poet,' said Amory as he finished. 'I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few obvious things that I notice as primarily beautiful: women, spring evenings, music at night, the sea; I don't catch the subtle things like 'silver-snarling trumpets.' I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never right anything but mediocre poetry.

Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.

...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.