"Do you believe that John cares for her ?" "I know he does....

And I haven't much doubt that he wants to marry her." "Do you think so?
Oh, Louis--if that is true, what a heavenly future for Rita!" "Heavenly?
Out in that scorching desert ?" "Do you think she'd care _where_ she was?
Kelly, you're ridiculous!" "Do you believe that any woman could stand that for the rest of her life, Valerie ?" She smiled, head lowered, fondling the cat who had gone ecstatically to sleep.
She said, still smiling: "If a girl is loved she endures some things; if she loves she endures more.

But to a girl who is loved, and who loves, nothing else matters ...

And it would be that way with Rita"-- she lifted her eyes--"as it is with me." He was standing beside her now; she made room on the side of the bed for him with a little gesture of invitation: "People who die for each other are less admirable than people who live for each other.

The latter requires the higher type of courage ...