Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm

How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.

Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I.

There are no second acts in American lives.

Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.