In all the arts abundance seems to be one of the surest signs of vocation.
But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.
In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers.
Everybody who does anything at all does too much.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods