Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax.

But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down…. There was kindliness about intoxication – there was the indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings

Women are necessarily capable of almost anything in their struggle for survival and can scarcely be convicted of such man-made crimes as “cruelty.