Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.
We all must try to be good.
I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.
You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.
Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss.
we both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled in. But deep in us both was something that made us require more for happiness. I didn't know what I wanted