On the subject of dress almost no one, for one or another reason, feels truly indifferent: if their own clothes do not concern them, somebody else's do.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

[My early stories] are the work of a living writer whom I know in a sense, but can never meet.

nothing is more restful than conformity.

A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.

Nothing, that is say no one, can be such an inexorable tour-conductor as one's own conscience or sense of duty, if one allows either the upper hand: the self-bullying that goes on in the name of sight-seeing is grievous.

It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.