Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?
Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.
We ought to be opening a bottle of wine!
The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.
She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.