Women never dine alone. When they dine alone they don't dine.

There were always people to snatch at you, and it would never occur to them that they were eating you up. They did that without tasting.

The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern . . . this cluster of gifts may almost be said to constitute experience.

Her memory's your love. You want no other.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

Autobiography may be the preeminent kind of American expression.

We care what happens to people only in proportion as we know what people are.