Optimism is the content of small men in high places.

There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, everyone knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same, everyone knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.

A writer's temperament is continually making him do things he can never repair.

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!