Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.

Life is made up of compromises.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

...every literature, in its main lines, reflects the chief characteristics of the people for whom, and about whom, it is written.

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.

I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.

In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.