No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me." Horace stopped quickly in front of her. "Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?" "Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

A lot of young girls together is a romantic secret thing like the first sight of wild ducks at dawn.

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired

That was always my experience-a poor boy in a rich town; a poor boy in a rich boy's school; a poor boy in a rich man's club at Princeton .... However, I have never been able to forgive the rich for being rich, and it has colored my entire life and works.

Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.