Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

You take a really sleepy man, Esmé, and he always stands a chance of again becoming a man with all his fac — with all his f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s intact.

Then again you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.'

Hell is the suffering of being unable to love.

I don't know about bores. Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don't hurt anybody most of them, and maybe they're all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me.

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.

Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.