There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.

In a few days I'll have lived one score and three days in this vale of tears. On I plod-always bored, often drunk, doing no penance for my faults-rather do I become more tolerant of myself from day to day, hardening my crystal heart with blasphemous humor and shunning only toothpicks, pathos, and poverty as being the three unforgivable things in life.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie.

Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.

Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.