New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.

And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man's smile would be consternation on another's mouth.

No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into.

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.