If I Could Have Two Things In

To Be Grown Up Is To Sit At The Table With People Who Have Died, Who Neither Listen Nor Speak.

I Am All The Time Talking About You, And Bragging, To One Person Or Another. I Am Like The Ancient Mariner, Who Had A Tale In His Heart He Must Unfold To All. I Am Always Buttonholing Somebody And Saying, "someday You Must Meet My Mother."

After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My Own.

Blessed Be Death, That Cuts In Marble What Would Have Sunk To Dust!

Although We Sometimes Did Without A Few Of Life's Necessities, We Rarely Lacked For Its Luxuries.