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!

I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one’s center of life inside of one’s self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity—to decorate one’s inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitably alone.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

And all the while, I suppose," he thought, "real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them.