She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.

Beauty (was)a gift which, in the eyes of New York, justified every success, and excused a certain number of failings.

People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.

Life is made up of compromises.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.

The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.