“I’ll tell you a family secret,” she whispered enthusiastically. “It’s about the butler’s nose. Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?” “That’s why I came over to-night.”

“There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour, if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler’s thumb.”

“Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.”

“What was it? Why won't you tell me?""I don't want to break down your illusions.""My dear man, I have no illusions about you.""I mean illusions about yourself.”

“I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.”

“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.”

“I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.”