After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.
In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers.
Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.
Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.
... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.
Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.