It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

I'm restless. My whole generation is restless. I'm sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer. Even if I had no talents I'd not be content to work ten years, condemned either to celibacy or a furtive indulgence, to give some man's son an automobile.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

The things that'll make you fail I'll love always.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.