Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers.

Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.

Mothers and daughters are part of each other's consciousness, in different degrees and in a different way, but still with the mutual sense of something which has always been there. A real mother is just a habit of thought to her children.

I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession.