She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.

Nothing, of course, will ever take the place of the good old fashion of 'liking' a work of art or not liking it; the more improved criticism will not abolish that primitive, that ultimate, test.

Every good story is of course both a picture and an idea, and the more they are interfused the better.

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

The only success worth one's powder was success in the line of one's idiosyncrasy... what was talent but the art of being completely whatever one happened to be?

We must for dear life make our own counter-realities.

A solitary maple on a woodside flames in single scarlet, recalls nothing so much as the daughter of a noble house dressed for a fancy ball, with the whole family gathered around to admire her before she goes.