Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.

It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.

I know about her, although she has never crossed my path," he said softly. "I know about her struggles and her defeats. It is because of her defeats that she is to me the lovely one. Out of her defeats she has been born a new quality in woman. I have a name for it. I call it Tandy. I made up the name when I was a true dreamer and before my body became vile. It is the quality of being strong to be loved. It is something men need from women and that they do not get.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.