Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.