But You Can Love More Than Just

There Must Have Been Moments Even That Afternoon When Daisy Tumbled Short Of His Dreams -- Not Through Her Own Fault, But Because Of The Colossal Vitality Of His Illusion. It Had Gone Beyond Her, Beyond Everything. He Had Thrown Himself Into It With A Creative Passion, Adding To It All The Time, Decking It Out With Every Bright Feather That Drifted His Way. No Amount Of Fire Or Freshness Can Challenge What A Man Will Store Up In His Ghostly Heart.

I Know Myself," He Cried, "but That Is All-

When The Lightning Strikes One Of Us, It Strikes Both

A Sense Of Responsibility Would Spoil Her. She's Too Pretty.

I Won’t Kiss You. It Might Get To Be A Habit And I Can’t Get Rid Of Habits.