Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself.

There are so many ready to write (poor fools!) for the honor and glory of the thing, and there are so many ready to take advantage of this fact, and withhold from needy talent the moral right to a deserved remuneration.

How strong sometimes is weakness!

Show me an 'easy person,' and I will show you a selfish one. Good-natured he may be; why not? since the disastrous consequences of his 'easiness' are generally shouldered by other people.

What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.

I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done, that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.

To her, the name of father was another name for love.