It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

How much longer are we going to think it necessary to be American before (or in contradistinction to) being cultivated, being enlightened, being humane, and having the same intellectual discipline as other civilized countries?

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

Each time you happen to me all over again.