My father ain't in Europe; my father's in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father's in Schenectady.

She had always been fond of history, and here [in Rome] was history in the stones of the street and the atoms of the sunshine.

The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.

I recall my fleeting instants in Savannah as the taste of a cup charged to the brim.

New York is appalling, fantastically charmless and elaborately dire.

If you haven't had your life what have you had?

It might seem that an egg which has succeeded in being fresh has done all that can reasonably be expected of it.