And Yale Is November, Crisp And Energetic.

I Like France, Where Everybody Thinks He's Napoleon--down Here Everybody Thinks He's Christ.

The Things That'll Make You Fail I'll Love Always.

New York Had All The Iridescence Of The Beginning Of The World. The Returning Troops Marched Up Fifth Avenue And Girls Were Instinctively Drawn East And North Toward Them - This Was The Greatest Nation And There Was Gala In The Air.

Her Voice Is Full Of Money.

Very Few Of The People Who Accentuate The Futility Of Life Remark The Futility Of Themselves. Perhaps They Think That In Proclaiming The Evil Of Living They Somehow Salvage Their Own Worth From The Ruin - But They Don't, Even You And I.