I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

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

I never blame failure - there are too many complicated situations in life - but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.

Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.