Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?

It is the omnipresent rush of water which give the Este Gardens their peculiar character. From the Anio, drawn up the hillside at incalculable cost and labour, a thousand rills gush downward, terrace by terrace, channeling the stone rails of the balusters, leaping from step to step, dripping into mossy conches, flashing in spray from the horns of sea-gods and the jaws of mythical monsters, or forcing themselves in irrepressible overflow down the ivy-matted banks.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.

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

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content.