Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.

It takes two to make an accident.

The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.