I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me.

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.