"I was counting the waves", replied Amory gravely, "I'm going in for statistics".

No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.

She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.

America is a willingness of the heart.

Happiness is the relief after extreme tension

Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.

An unread book is just a block of paper.