In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.

Leisure, itself the creation of wealth, is incessantly engaged in transmuting wealth into beauty by secreting the surplus energy which flowers in great architecture, great painting and great literature. Only in the atmosphere thus engendered floats that impalpable dust of ideas which is the real culture. A colony of ants or bees will never create a Parthenon.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.

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