Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

To be social is to be forgiving.

You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.