There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

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.

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

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.