He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

. . . to walk alone in London is the greatest rest.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

To know whom to write for is to know how to write.

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.