In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

Life was a damned muddle - a football game with everyone offside and the referee gotten rid of - everyone claiming the referee would have been on his side.

the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses