Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

She wanted, passionately and persistently, two things which she believed should subsist together in any well-ordered life: amusement and respectability.

When a man says he doesn't understand a woman it's because he won't take the trouble.

Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?

...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.

Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.