In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

The disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self.

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

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

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.

I think you know that when an American stays away from New York too long something happens to him. Perhaps he becomes a little provincial, a little dead and afraid.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.