Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.

Her chief dread in life, at this period of her development, was that she would appear narrow minded; what she feared next afterwards was that she should be so.

I intend to judge things for myself; to judge wrongly, I think, is more honorable than not to judge at all.

The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions.

The image of the presence, whatever it was, waiting there for him to go -this image had not yet been so concrete for his nerves as when he stopped short of the point at which certainty would have come to him. For, with all his resolution, or more exactly with all his dread, he did stop short - he hung back from really seeing. The risk was too great and his fear too definite: it took at this moment an awful specific form.

Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.

I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live.