Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.

I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.

Of all natural forces, vitality is the incommunicable one. . . . Vitality never "takes." You have it or you haven't it, like health or brown eyes or a baritone voice.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.

"What are you going to do?" "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink."

I'm restless. My whole generation is restless. I'm sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer. Even if I had no talents I'd not be content to work ten years, condemned either to celibacy or a furtive indulgence, to give some man's son an automobile.