There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were all feeding off their gold plate; not now! At present they have not only my sympathy but my preference. They are the last representatives of our native industries.

She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.

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

She wanted, passionately and persistently, two things which she believed should subsist together in any well-ordered life: amusement and respectability.

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.