One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

Now we shall both be alone, and I shall have no way of making you understand.' 'I don't want to make it easier for you,' I said; 'I hope your heart may break; but I do understand.

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

They are a very decent generous lot of people out here and they don't expect you to listen.... It's the secret of social ease in this country. They talk entirely for their own pleasure. Nothing they say is designed to be heard.

Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified.

Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.