He Hadn’t Once Ceased Looking At Daisy,

I Won’t Kiss You. It Might Get To Be A Habit And I Can’t Get Rid Of Habits.

I May Turn Out An Intellectual, But I'll Never Write Anything But Mediocre Poetry.

They Were Stars On This Stage, Each Playing To An Audience Of Two: The Passion Of Their Pretense Created The Actuality. Here, Finally, Was The Quintessence Of Self-expression-- Yet It Was Probable That For The Most Part Their Love Expressed Gloria Rather Than Anthony. He Felt Often Like A Scarecly Tolerated Guest At A Party She Was Giving.

There Was Even A Recurrent Idea In America About An Education That Would Leave Out History And The Past, That Should Be A Sort Of Equipment For Aerial Adventure, Weighed Down By None Of The Stowaways Of Inheritance Or Tradition.

I Want To Tell You About Your Heart— You've Probably Been Neglecting Your Heart—and You Don’t Know.