A writer's temperament is continually making him do things he can never repair.

I used to build dreams about you.

Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

He was handsome then if never before, bound for one of those immortal moments which come so radiantly that their remembered light is enough to see by for years.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!