I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.

The notion of sitting down and conjuring up, not only words in which to clothe thoughts but thoughts worthy of being clothed--the whole thing was absurdly beyond his desires.

First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared-really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.

Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night

Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.

Shakespeare--whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.