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

Destiny and history are untidy.

The very condition of Woman is so subject to Hazard, so complex, and so grievous, that to place her at one moment is but to displace her at the next.

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.

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.

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

Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.