I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

If proportion is the good breeding of architecture, symmetry, or the answering of one part to another, may be defined as the sanity of decoration.

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

It was the old New York way...the way people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than "scenes", except those who gave rise to them.

They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.