Americans, While Occasionally Willing To

Shakespeare--whetting, Frustrating, Surprising And Gratifying.

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."

I Can’t Exactly Describe How I Feel But It’s Not Quite Right. And It Leaves Me Cold.

So We Beat On, Boats Against The Current, Borne Back Ceaselessly Into The Past.

Those Days Are Over. I Have To Be Won All Over Again Every Time You See Me.