I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one’s center of life inside of one’s self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity—to decorate one’s inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitably alone.

Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'.

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.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

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.

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.

There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were all feeding off their gold plate; not now! At present they have not only my sympathy but my preference. They are the last representatives of our native industries.