Desgenais… was firm and serious, although a smile hovered about his lips. He was a man of heart, but as dry as a pumice-stone.
[T]he cherub, alas, proved to be pasted on tough gingerbread which was too hard for many to bite into.
Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
Those who are quite satisfied sit still and do nothing; those who are not quite satisfied are the sole benefactors of the world.
A hundred men together are the hundredth part of a man.
Most people are good. They may not be saints, but they are good.
This is Scott Fitzgerald: very romantic writer—big with English majors, college girls, nymphomaniacs…
His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.