Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

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

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.