He dispensed starlight to casual moths.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."

Almost everybody can be imagined as either a cat or a dog.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

We all have souls of different ages