Ann: But then, there is nothing difficult left, is there? Because it is just as easy—terribly easy—to make me happy.
Philip: Ann, haven’t you ever thought that love affairs don’t last for ever?
Ann: I have never thought of love affairs; I have only thought of love—which means you—and you, which means life.
Philip: You haven’t learnt much from your uncle and aunt, have you?
Ann: It makes me so dreadfully sad when I hear them, because I know—you have taught me—that they don’t understand life.
Philip: Suppose that they are right? They are careless and care-free, and courageous and clear-eyed, and old and young—why shouldn’t they be right?
Ann: They have never loved.
Philip: A hundred times.
Ann: It is the same thing.