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

He had married (as most young men did) because he had met a perfectly charming girl at the moment when a series of rather aimless sentimental adventures were ending in premature disgust; and she had represented peace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense of an unescapable duty.

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.

... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?