His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

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

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth.

How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes