This is a puzzling world, and Old Harry's got a finger in it.

... 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.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.

The wit of a family is usually best received among strangers.