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

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.

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.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.