Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

He was not a man who prattled readily, especially in a foreign tongue. He gave the impression that each word was excavated from his interior by some up-to-date…

It was a cold, disapproving gaze, such as a fastidious luncher who was not fond of caterpillars might have directed at one which he had discovered in his porti…

Love is the whole history of a woman's life, it is an episode in a man's.

Give me to live with Love alone And let the world go dine and dress; For Love hath lowly haunts... If life's a flower, I choose my own- 'T is 'love in Idleness…

I'm going to be with Gloria now.