She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.

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

Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.