And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

Any person with any imagination is bound to be afraid.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.

And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "But that is all.

This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.