Everybody who does anything at all does too much.

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

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

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.

My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.

Archer reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.

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