At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

Though the Jazz Age continued it became less and less an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children's party taken over by the elders.

Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.

It was strange to have no self-to be like a little boy left alone in a big house, who knew that now he could do anything he wanted to do, but found that there was nothing that he wanted to do.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

Don't let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don't worry about losing your "personality," as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.