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

Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

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

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

We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?

There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have brought her back to you - I am going to leave her here. When I go out presently she will not go with me. I shall like to think that she has stayed with you.