She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of-“ I hesitated. “Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it.

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.