Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can.

In a few days I'll have lived one score and three days in this vale of tears. On I plod-always bored, often drunk, doing no penance for my faults-rather do I become more tolerant of myself from day to day, hardening my crystal heart with blasphemous humor and shunning only toothpicks, pathos, and poverty as being the three unforgivable things in life.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon--down here everybody thinks he's Christ.