One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.

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

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

I think they're very attractive,' Abe agreed. 'I just don't think they're attractive, that's all.

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.

I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.