The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content.

And all the while, I suppose," he thought, "real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them.

In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.

The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else.

Most timidities have such secret compensations and Miss Bart was discerning enough to know that the inner vanity is generally in proportion to the outer self depreciation.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other.