"Ours was a generation grown up to find all gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken" — - F. Scott Fitzgerald

He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death.

I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon — down here everybody thinks he's Christ.

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that...