Lips that taste of tears, they say/ Are the best for kissing.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world.

Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him!Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears!Not for him who has died full of honor and years!Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high:From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.

This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but to be hurled with great force.

He has a capacity for enjoyment so vast that he gives away great chunks to those about him, and never even misses them. . . . He can take you to a bicycle race and make it raise your hair.