There are no second acts in American lives.

then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

When a man is tired of life on his 21st birthday it indicates that he is rather tired of something in himself.