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

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

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.

I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.

She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.

There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.

I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else.