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

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

I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.

Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?