He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.

... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it only through theprison bars of illness and suffering! Plus je vois, the more I am thrilled by the spectacle.

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.