Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

My latest tendency is to collapse about 11:00 and with the tears flowing from my eyes or the gin rising to their level and leaking over, and tell interested friends or acquaintances that I haven't a friend in the world and likewise care for nobody.

I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.