It was not that ladies were inferior to men; it was that they were different. Their mission was to inspire others to achievement rather than to achieve themselves. Indirectly, by means of tact and a spotless name, a lady could accomplish much. But if she rushed into the fray herself she would be first censured, then despised, and finally ignored.

Without form, the sensitiveness vanishes.

A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.

It is the starved imagination, not the well nourished, that is afraid.