Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.

Every life has a death, and every light a shadow. Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.

Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.

You never know how you'll turn out till you've been down to half a dollar and no prospects.

Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took your little circle of loneliness with you.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

The place for truth is not in the facts of a novel; it is in the feelings.