The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

Beauty (was)a gift which, in the eyes of New York, justified every success, and excused a certain number of failings.

For what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins.

In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

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.

What is one's personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of myself apart from the influence of the two or three greatest friendships of my life, and any account of my own growth must be that of their stimulating and enlightening influence.

An education is like a crumbling building that needs constant upkeep with repairs and additions.