The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late into the summer dusk down in the busy city for young Hildegarde whom he loved; the days before that when he sat smoking far into the night in the gloomy old Button house on Monroe Street with his grandfather-all these had faded like unsubstantial dreams from his mind as though they had never been. He did not remember.

The ability to hold two competing thoughts in one's mind and still be able to function is the mark of a superior mind

but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.

...for a moment people set down their glasses in county clubs and speak-easies and thought of their old best dreams.

Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.