Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt.

Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night

he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.

People talk of the courage of convictions, but in actual life a man's duty to his family may make a rigid course seem a selfish indulgence of his own righteousness.