Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.

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

... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

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.

Some things are best mended by a break.

The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of the eye and mind for symmetry, harmony and order.