The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.

And all the while, I suppose," he thought, "real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them.

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

In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.

A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.

She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.

I don't believe in God, but I do believe in His saints.