A Stirring Warmth Flowed From Her, As

A Great Social Success Is A Pretty Girl Who Plays Her Cards As Carefully As If She Were Plain.

A Sense Of Responsibility Would Spoil Her. She's Too Pretty.

I Care Not Who Hoes The Lettuce Of My Country If I Can Eat The Salad!

All She Wanted Was To Be A Little Girl, To Be Efficiently Taken Care Of By Some Yielding Yet Superior Power, Stupider And Steadier Than Herself. It Seemed That The Only Lover She Had Ever Wanted Was A Lover In A Dream

Human Sympathy Has Its Limits, And We Were Contented To Let All Their Tragic Arguments Fade With The City Lights Behind.