he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.

The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.

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

then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses.

Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down.