He knelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.

The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth.

But marriage is one long sacrifice.... Chapter 21, Medora Manson speaking to Newland Archer