Everybody who does anything at all does too much.

I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.

The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.

Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet it alone.