[B]ut he had lived in a world in which, as he said, no one who loved ideas need hunger mentally.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.

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

Until the raw ingredients of a pudding make a pudding, I shall never believe that the raw material of sensation and thought can make a work of art without the cook's intervening.

She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.

Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.