The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

The rich are different from us.

These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.

It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.