Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.

You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.

I'm not much like myself any more.

Everything that begins, begins with blood.

I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.

Aristocracy's only an admission that certain traits which we call fine - courage and honor and beauty and all that sort of thing - can best be developed in a favorable environment, where you don't have the warpings of ignorance and necessity.

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.