“NEWSPAPER: What great paper is the Earth; what a typeface is the Day; what ink is the Night! Everyone prints, everyone reads; no one understands.”

“For the taking of revenge, a man locks himself up alone and thinks. His stomach must be empty for his head to be full. Vengeance comes a little from the heart and a lot from the mind; one must take...”

“Les rêves sont seuls les réalités de la vie.”

“Prsente je vous fuis; absente, je vous trouve;Dans le fond des forts votre image me suit”

“Boy, those French! They have a different word for everything.”

“The only French word I know is oui, which means yes, and only recently did I learn its spelled o-u-i and not w-e-e.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”