If I were to live my life over again, I would be an American. I would steep myself in America, I would know no other land.
Women never dine alone. When they dine alone they don't dine.
..her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.
If this was love, love had been overrated.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live.