If all the girls attending [the Yale prom] were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised.

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.

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.

I hate writing, I love having written.

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

Writing well is the best revenge.

Art is a form of catharsis emotional release, purging, cleansing, purifying.