They hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.