And Yale is November, crisp and energetic.

He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.

There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--

That's the whole burden of this novel - the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world that you don't care whether things are true or false as long as they partake of the magical glory.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

When the lightning strikes one of us, it strikes both

Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.