And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.

One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.

For what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins.

It was the old New York way...the way people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than "scenes", except those who gave rise to them.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.