But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

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

She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!

Working-girls, in pairs and groups and swarms, loitered by these windows, choosing their future boudoirs from some resplendent display which included even a man's silk pajamas laid domestically across the bed. They stood in front of the jewelry stores and picked out their engagement rings, and their wedding rings and their platinum wrist watches, and then drifted on to inspect the feather fans and opera cloaks; meanwhile digesting the sandwiches and Sundaes they had eaten for lunch.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.