taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor. They floated out like drifting moths under the rich hazy light, and as the fantastic symphony wept and exulted and wavered and despaired, Ardita's last sense of reality dropped away, and she abandonded her imagination to the dreamy summer scents of tropial flowers and the infinite starry spaces overhead, feeling that if she opened her eyes it would be to find herself dancing with a ghost in a land created by her own fantasy.

I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.

I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end

So they were desperately in love and being desperately in love involves a desperate existence.

He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.