You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.

I don't know what to think until I see what I've said.

One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.

Letters have to pass two tests before they can be classed as good: they must express the personality both of the writer and of the recipient.

If there is on earth a house with many mansions, it is the house of words.

People in a novel can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist wishes; their inner as well as their outer life can be exposed.