The air was full of human essence, of artificial enticement, of coquetry, indolence, pleasure — the man-made sense of existence. - O. Henry

If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another's.

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

"Aurelia was still on the stoop. The moon was higher and the ivy shadows were deeper. I sat at her side and we watched a little cloud tilt at the drifting moon and go asunder quite pale and discomfited. And then, wonder of wonders and delight of delights! Our hands somehow touched, and our fingers closed together and did not part. After half an hour Aurelia said, with that smile of hers: "Do you know, you haven't spoken a word since you came back!" "That," said I, nodding wisely, "is the Voice of the City.