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

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.

It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.

When people ask for time, it's always for time to say no. Yes has one more letter in it, but it doesn't take half as long to say.

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.

One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.

There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have brought her back to you - I am going to leave her here. When I go out presently she will not go with me. I shall like to think that she has stayed with you.