It's no trifle at her time at her time of life to part with a doctor who knows her constitution.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance!

... there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music, the fine arts, that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point, women should; but in a light way, you know.

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

I protest against any absolute conclusion.