There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…
Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.
She’s got an indiscreet voice, I remarked. It’s full of– I hesitated.Her voice is full of money, he said suddenly.That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money–that was the inexhausti...
She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself
Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.
In the dead white hours in Zurich staring into a stranger's pantry across the upshine of a street-lamp, he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise...
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.
Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a si...
Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect—you don't call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life spari...
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
I became bored - that was all. Boredom, which is another name and a frequent disguise for vitality, became the unconscious motive of all my acts.
The cleverly expressed opposite of any generally accepted idea is worth a fortune to somebody.
She didn't like it," he said immediately."Of course she did.""She didn't like it," he insisted. "She didn't have a good time."He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression."I feel far away...
I saw that for a long time I had not liked people and things, but only followed the rickety old pretense of liking. I saw that even my love for those closest to me had become only an attempt to love,...
It was a curious day, slashed abruptly with fleeting, familiar impressions.
His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.
You'll find another.' God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you'? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.
Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,Till she cry Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,I must have you!