The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

... caprice is as ruinous as routine.

I can't love you unless I give you up.

Most timidities have such secret compensations and Miss Bart was discerning enough to know that the inner vanity is generally in proportion to the outer self depreciation.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Inkstands and tea-cups are never as full as when one upsets them.