'Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love.'

“Some one can help me.”
“Maybe so. You can help yourself most."

That’s going to be your trouble—judgment about yourself.

One moment of magical encounter, would blot out those five years of unwavering devotion.

They're a rotten crowd. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

“Did you have fun?”
“Just as much fun as anybody has running away from things."

New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me.

It takes two to make an accident.

..no one nature can extend entirely inside another....

The totality of a life may be different in quality from its segments.

I don’t like innuendo in these deafening English whispers.