For a few minutes, everything is so cute that the mind reels.... And then, believe it or not, things get worse. So I shot myself.

Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.

Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.