Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.

My generation of radicals and breakers-down never found anything to take the place of the old virtues of work and courage and the old graces of courtesy and politeness.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life - it can be a superabundance of interest.

Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.