I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

The story must spring from an impression or perception pressing enough to have made the writer write. It should magnetize the imagination and give pleasure.

memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.

Revenge was a very wild kind of justice.

She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes were grey; her trick of narrowing them made her seem to reflect, the greater part of the time, in the dusk of her second thoughts. With that mood, that touch of arriere pensee, went an uncertain, speaking set of lips.

Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

Sins cut boldly up through every class in society, but mere misdemeanours show a certain level in life.