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.

I was never allowed to read the popular American children's books of my day because, as my mother said, the children spoke bad English without the author's knowing it.

I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.

The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of the eye and mind for symmetry, harmony and order.

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

She wanted, passionately and persistently, two things which she believed should subsist together in any well-ordered life: amusement and respectability.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.