Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?

The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.

In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

Life is made up of compromises.

One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.