Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world. The returning troops marched up Fifth Avenue and girls were instinctively drawn East and North toward them - this was the greatest nation and there was gala in the air.

He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.

His youth seemed never so vanished as now in the contrast between the utter loneliness of this visit and that riotous, joyful party of four years before. Things that had been the merest commonplaces of his life then, deep sleep, the sense of beauty around him, all desire, had flown away and the gaps they left were filled only with the great listlessness of his disillusion.

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

New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.