Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one's neighbor.

It's hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde.

A bookworm in bed with a new novel and a good reading lamp is as much prepared for pleasure as a pretty girl at a college dance.

Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.

Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.

A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.

If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.