The world is always curious, and people become valuable merely for their inaccessibility

Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.

Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.

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 rich are different from us.

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.