Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.

Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

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

Archer had always been inclined to think that chance and circumstance played a small part in shaping people's lots compared with their innate tendency to have things happen to them.