Riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again

He was one of those men who comes in a door and make any woman with them look guilty.

I was the spark that lit up Flaming Youth, Colleen Moore was the torch. What little things we are to have caused all that trouble.

Genius is the ability to put into effect what is in your mind.

Besos que vienen riendo, luego llorando se van, y en ellos se va la vida, que nunca mas volvera.

For sorrow is our joy, And joy our greatest sorrow. Elissa dies tonight, And Carthage flames tomorrow.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up …