If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.

he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!