Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

Even when the east excited me most, even when I was keenly aware of its superiority to the broad, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which only spared children and the very old-even then it had always for me a quality of distortion.

Dear, don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.