We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!

There is only one true aristocracy . . . and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!

And then the searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and never for one moment since has there been any light that's stronger than this-kitchen-candle.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

Jim lights a cigarette and leans indolently back on his elbow smiling at Laura with a warmth and charm which lights her inwardly with altar candles.