Never confuse activity with action.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

Action is character.

She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.

There was even a recurrent idea in America about an education that would leave out history and the past, that should be a sort of equipment for aerial adventure, weighed down by none of the stowaways of inheritance or tradition.

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.

I'm not much like myself any more.