A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.

...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

For what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins.

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.