You've Got An Awfully Kissable Mouth.

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

I Am A Woman And My Business Is To Hold Things Together. My Business Is To Tear Them Apart.

Intelligence Is A Mere Instrument Of Circumstances.

He Had Been Full Of The Idea So Long, Dreamed It Right Through To The End, Waited With His Teeth Set, So To Speak, At An Inconceivable Pitch Of Intensity. Now, In The Reaction, He Was Running Down Like An Overwound Clock.

It Was Testimony To The Romantic Speculation He Inspired That There Were Whispers About Him From Those Who Had Found Little That It Was Necessary To Whisper About In This World.