One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.

I despair of the Republic! Such dreariness, such whining sallow women, such utter absence of the amenities, such crass food, crass manners, crass landscape!! What a horror it is for a whole nation to be developing without the sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

The effect produced by a short story depends almost entirely on its form.