It's the Idea that wins every time — the Idea with brains and guts behind it. - John Buchan

The eyes were of a color which he could never decide on, afterwards when he told the story he used to say they were the color of everything in Spring.

He looked up startled, and saw in her face that which gave him a view into a strange new world. He had thought that women blushed when they talked of love, but her eyes were as grave and candid as a boy's. Here was one who had gone through waters so deep that she had lost the foibles of sex. Love to her was only a word of ill omen, a threat on the lips of brutes, an extra battalion of peril in an army of perplexities.

The secret of life is to find out what one really wants.