Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.

All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.

There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful.