It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.

She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.

The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content.

Leisure, itself the creation of wealth, is incessantly engaged in transmuting wealth into beauty by secreting the surplus energy which flowers in great architecture, great painting and great literature. Only in the atmosphere thus engendered floats that impalpable dust of ideas which is the real culture. A colony of ants or bees will never create a Parthenon.

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.