The difference between saints, forget-me-nots, and mountains, have to, have to, have to at a time.

... there is no point in being realistic about here and now, no use at all not any, and so it is not the nineteenth but the twentieth century, there is no realism now, life is not real it is not earnest, it is strange which is an entirely different matter.

"Native" always means people who belong someplace else, because they had once belonged somewhere. That shows that the white race does not really think they belong anywhere, because they think of everybody else as native.

I like familiarity. In me it does not bring contempt-only more familiarity.

F. Scott Fitzgerald is the first of the last generation.

Once upon a time Baltimore was necessary.

A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.