I want it to smell of magnolias instead
of peanuts and I want my shoes to crunch on the same gravel that Lee's
boots crunched on. There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no
poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books,
houses--bound for dust--mortal--

“It is in the twenties that the actual momentum of life begins to slacken, and i…”

“One should . . . be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to mak…”

“If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a …”

“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever…”