...and the great advantage of being a literary woman, was that you could go everywhere and do everything.

Sorrow comes in great waves...but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.

I always want to know the things one shouldn't do." "So as to do them?" asked her aunt. "So as to choose." said Isabel

Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out the window.

The time-honored bread-sauce of the happy ending.

Never say you know the last word about any human heart.

I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.