Life Is Progressive, No Matter What Our

New York Had All The Iridescence Of The Beginning Of The World.

It's Just Because I Love The Past That I Want This House To Look Back On Its Glamourous Moment Of Youth And Beauty, And I Want Its Stairs To Creak As If To The Footsteps Of Women With Hoop Skirts And Men In Boots And Spurs. But They've Made It Into A Blondined, Rouged-up Old Woman Of Sixty.

You Have A Place In My Heart No One Else Ever Could Have.

Good Manners Are An Admission That Everybody Is So Tender That They Have To Be Handle With Gloves.

He Looked At Her The Way All Women Want To Be Looked At By A Man.