I guess that's the only thing that separates horses and clocks from us.

Human beings can't go 'tump-tump-tump' without going crazy." The breeze freshened and Eleanor pulled her cape around her and shivered.
"Are you very cold ?" asked Amory.
"No, I'm thinking about myself--my black old inside self, the real one, with the fundamental honesty that keeps me from being absolutely wicked by making me realize my own sins." They were riding up close by the cliff and Amory gazed over.

Where the fall met the ground a hundred feet below, a black stream made a sharp line, broken by tiny glints in the swift water.
"Rotten, rotten old world," broke out Eleanor suddenly, "and the wretchedest thing of all is me--oh, _why_ am I a girl?
Why am I not a stupid--?
Look at you; you're stupider than I am, not much, but some, and you can lope about and get bored and then lope somewhere else, and you can play around with girls without being involved in meshes of sentiment, and you can do anything and be justified--and here am I with the brains to do everything, yet tied to the sinking ship of future matrimony.

If I were born a hundred years from now, well and good, but now what's in store for me--I have to marry, that goes without saying.
Who?
I'm too bright for most men, and yet I have to descend to their level and let them patronize my intellect in order to get their attention.

Every year that I don't marry I've got less chance for a first-class man.