My generation of radicals and breakers-down never found anything to take the place of the old virtues of work and courage and the old graces of courtesy and politeness.

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.

The things that'll make you fail I'll love always.

Travel, which had once charmed him, seemed, at length, unendurable, a business of color without substance, a phantom chase after his own dream's shadow.

Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth-bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.

Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.