In all the arts abundance seems to be one of the surest signs of vocation.

Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.

It was the old New York way...the way people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than "scenes", except those who gave rise to them.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.