It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.