Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

all the time something within her was crying for a decision.
She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand

Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'

You'll always be like this to me.'

Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.