Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.

It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.

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

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

To know when to be generous and when firm—that is wisdom.