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

He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.

All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him?

People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.