Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a lottery.

Until the raw ingredients of a pudding make a pudding, I shall never believe that the raw material of sensation and thought can make a work of art without the cook's intervening.

whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.

The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.