Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.

The sign of intelligence is the ability to carry opposed thoughts at the same time.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me.

One hurries through, even though there's time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.