Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.
Life is made up of compromises.
It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.
One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.