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

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

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

Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one’s center of life inside of one’s self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity—to decorate one’s inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitably alone.

I'm not much interested in travelling scholarships for women - or in fact in scholarships, tout court! - they'd much better stay at home and mind the baby. Still less am I interested in scholarships for female Yids.