I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the world had caught it and—appraised it—and taxed it—and licensed it—and staled it!

Oh any sentimental person can cry at night, but when you begin to cry in the morning - to lie awake and cry in the morning-.

If Beauty is excuse enough for Being, it sure takes Plainness then to feel the real necessity for—Doing.

The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers.

lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.

Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.

Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.