The langour of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth - all save this come and go with us through life...These things are a part of life itself; but languor - the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and self-regarding, the sun standing still in the heavens and the earth throbbing to our own pulse - that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it.

It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.

The better sort of Ishmaelites have been Christian for many centuries and will not publicly eat human flesh uncooked in Lent, without special and costly dispensation from their bishop.

After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person.

He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.

We are American at puberty. We die French.

What is youth except a man or a woman before it is ready or fit to be seen.