Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.
Life is made up of compromises.
Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.
Inkstands and tea-cups are never as full as when one upsets them.
One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.