It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

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.

Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?

Beauty (was)a gift which, in the eyes of New York, justified every success, and excused a certain number of failings.

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.