And there in the blue air I saw for the first time, far off, the great snowy tops of the Rocky Mountains. I had to get to Denver at once.

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.