The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all.

Wilson shook his head. His eyes narrowed and his mouth widened slightly with the ghost of a superior ‘Hm!'.

He's quite as nervously broken down as I am, but it manifests itself in different ways. His inclination is toward megalomania and mine toward melancholy.

Sometimes when you're around I've been tempted to kiss you suddenly and tell you that you were just an idealistic boy with a lot of caste nonsense in his head.

This is all. It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn't do - and wouldn't last.

Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

You mustn't confuse a single failure with a final defeat.

His expression combined that of a Middle-western farmer appraising his wheat-crop and that of an actor wondering whether he is observed - the public manner of all good Americans.

Why they came east I don't know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

And courage to me meant ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life--not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living.