She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress - because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while.

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

it doesn't take long to stay an hour.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?