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.

I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other.

Everybody who does anything at all does too much.

whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that cannot be gratified here, and I am not enough in sympathy with our gross public to make up for the lack on the aesthetic side. One's friends are delightful; but we are none of us Americans, we don't think or feel as the Americans do, we are the wretched exotics produced in a European glass-house, the most displaced and useless class on earth!