And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.

Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

He felt married to her, that was all.

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

Forgotten is forgiven.

Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I.

I talk with the authority of failure - Ernest with the authority of success. We could never sit across the same table again.