One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.

She had been bored all afternoon by Percy Gryce... but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptibilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life.

It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.

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.

... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

You thought I was a lovelorn mistress; and I was only an expensive prostitute.