I can never judge a man while he’s talking.
There are always those to whom all self-revelation is contemptible, unless it ends with a noble thanks to the gods for the Unconquerable Soul.
Then she was in the air, and Carlyle involuntarily held his breath. He had not realized that the dive was nearly forty feet. It seemed an eternity before he heard the swift compact sound as she reached the sea. And it was with his glad sigh of relief when her light watery laughter curled up the side of the cliff and into his anxious ears that he knew he loved her.
I thought you weren’t afraid.” “I never am – but I won’t throw my life away just to show one man I’m not.
I suppose all great happiness is a little sad.
Almost painfully he took his eyes from her.
He says unloved women have no biographies – they have histories.” Anthony laughed again. “Surely.
He was thinking that the young years behind him, hollow and colourful, had been lived in facile and vacillating cynicism upon the recorded emotions of men long dust.
The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.
Oh, he was a pretentious fool, making careers out of cocktails and meanwhile regretting, weakly and secretly, the collapse of an insufficient and wretched idealism. He had garnished his soul in the subtlest taste and now he longed for the old rubbish. He was empty, it seemed, empty as an old bottle –.
The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing.
It’s essentially cleaner to be corrupt and rich than it is to be innocent and poor.
A precocious mistress of the long look, the sustained smile, the private voice and the delicate touch, devices of generations.
You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.
Intelligence is little more than a short foot-rule by which we measure the infinite achievements of Circumstances.
Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.
Anything can happen now that we’ve slid over this bridge, anything at all...
It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.
Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the Forties were five deep with throbbing taxicabs, bound for the theater district, I felt a sinking in my heart. Forms leaned together in the taxis as they waited, and voices sang, and there was laughter from unheard jokes, and lighted cigarettes outlined unintelligible gestures inside. Imagining that I, too, was hurrying toward gayety and sharing their intimate excitement, I wished them well.
You seem to be bankrupt – morally as well as financially.