I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.

Each time you happen to me all over again.

... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas.

We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?

I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.