Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.

Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning.

A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

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

It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.