It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.

Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

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

The victor belongs to the spoils.