In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were all feeding off their gold plate; not now! At present they have not only my sympathy but my preference. They are the last representatives of our native industries.

I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.