With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other.

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

The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.

...though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.

She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.