We all have these places where shy humiliations gambol on sunny afternoons.

Private faces in public places / Are wiser and nicer / Than public faces in private places.

However careful a tramp may be to avoid places where there is abundant work, he cannot always succeed.

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-Second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentiona

Murder is commoner among cooks than among members of any other profession

O for doors to be open and an invite with gilded edges / To dine with Lord Lobcock and Count Asthma.