Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others -- poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner -- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.

It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath