My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.

I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.

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.

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

It was the old New York way...the way people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than "scenes", except those who gave rise to them.

Through this atmosphere of torrid splendor moved wan beings as richly upholstered as the furniture, beings without definite pursuits or permanent relations, who drifted on a languid tide of curiosity... Somewhere behind them, in the background of their lives there was doubtless a real past, yet they had no more real existence than the poet's shades in limbo.

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