I'm a cynical idealist.

It takes two to make an accident.

He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

Your first most typical figure in any new place turns out to be a bluff or a local nuisance.

I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.

...for a moment people set down their glasses in county clubs and speak-easies and thought of their old best dreams.