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

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

Stahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled. For an instant they made love as no one ever dares to do after. Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.

I'll never be a poet,' said Amory as he finished. 'I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few obvious things that I notice as primarily beautiful: women, spring evenings, music at night, the sea; I don't catch the subtle things like 'silver-snarling trumpets.' I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never right anything but mediocre poetry.

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one... just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.