I never lived; I have been tempted to.

If the opportunity comes, I will." Dysart rose, his face red and distorted: "I thought young Mallett had taught you to live pretty rapidly!" he said.
"No," she replied, "you only thought other people thought so.

That is why you resented it.

Your jealousy is of that sort--you don't care what I am, but you do care what the world thinks I am.

And that is all there ever was to you--all there ever will be: desperate devotion to your wretched little social status, which includes sufficient money and a chaste wife to make it secure." She laughed; fastened a gardenia in her hair: "I don't know about your money, and I don't care.