Tales of the Jazz Age

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.

It was a dark afternoon, threatening rain and the end of the world, and done in that particularly gloomy gray in which only New York afternoons indulge. A breeze was crying down the streets, whisking along battered newspapers and pieces of things, and little lights were pricking out all the windows- it was so desolate that one was sorry for the tops of sky-scrapers lost up there in the dark green and gray heaven.

It was a marriage of love. He was sufficiently spoiled to be charming; she was ingenuous enough to be irresistible. Like two floating logs they met in a head-on rush, caught, and sped along together.

Think of all the fine men we should lose is suicide were not so cowardly

Jelly-bean" is the name throughout the undissolved Confederacy for one who spends his life conjugating the verb to idle in the first person singular- - I am idling, I have idled, I will idle

Misfortune is liable to make me a damn bad man

With the awakening of his emotions, his first perception was a sense of futility, a dull ache at the utter grayness of his life.

The dripping became a flow and formed an oily pool that glistened brightly, reflecting a dozen tremulous moons on its quivering bosom.

she awoke often to lie and wish for that presence beside her—inanimate yet breathing—still Jeff.

After all what is brilliance? Merely the tact to sow when no one is looking and reap when every one is.

MR. ICKY: Is your mind in good shape? DIVINE: (Gloomily) Fair. After all what is brilliance? Merely the tact to sow when no one is looking and reap when every one is.

You don't have to dance—just get out there on the floor and shake.

The voluptuous chords of the wedding march done in blasphemous syncopation issued in a delirious blend from the trombones and saxophones--and

You shut up! If these people found you in this room they'd give you the worst beating you ever had. They'd take your taxi licence away from you!