Her Voice Is Full Of Money.

I Hope She'll Be A Fool -- That's The Best Thing A Girl Can Be In This World, A Beautiful Little Fool.

Then I Grew Up, And The Beauty Of Succulent Illusions Fell Away From Me.

I’m Thirty,” I Said. “i’m Five Years Too Old To Lie To Myself And Call It Honor

It Was About Then [1920] That I Wrote A Line Which Certain People Will Not Let Me Forget: "she Was A Faded But Still Lovely Woman Of Twenty-seven."

You See I Usually Find Myself Among Strangers Because I Drift Here And There Trying To Forget The Sad Things That Happened To Me.