My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

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.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.

But marriage is one long sacrifice.... Chapter 21, Medora Manson speaking to Newland Archer

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