Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?
I was never allowed to read the popular American children's books of my day because, as my mother said, the children spoke bad English without the author's knowing it.
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?
When a man says he doesn't understand a woman it's because he won't take the trouble.
No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.
She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.