But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

“I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”

“I do," she protested; "I want to stand on the street corner like a sandwich man…”

“I'd rather keep it as a beautiful memory-- tucked away in my heart.' 'Yes, wome…”

“I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart…”