Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

You’re just the romantic age,” she continued- “fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.” - Hildegarde

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Let's borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.

It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.