It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

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

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.