I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

No matter how low you go, there's always an unexplored basement.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

It is difficult for young people to live things down. We will tolerate vice, grand larceny and the quieter forms of murder in our contemporaries... but our children's friends must show a blank service record.