Fairies: Nature's attempt to get rid of soft boys by sterilizing them.

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

You’re just the romantic age,” she continued- “fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.” - Hildegarde

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.