Wine Gave A Sort Of Gallantry To

I Felt That I Wanted The World To Be In Uniform And At A Sort Of Moral Attention Forever; I Wanted No More Riotous Excursions With Privileged Glimpses Into The Human Heart.

There's So Much Spring In The Air- There's So Much Lazy Sweetness In Your Heart.

New York Had All The Iridescence Of The Beginning Of The World.

She Was Dazzling-- Alight; It Was Agony To Comprehend Her Beauty In A Glance.

Tired, Tired With Nothing, Tired With Everything, Tired With The World’s Weight He Had Never Chosen To Bear.