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

I intend to judge things for myself; to judge wrongly, I think, is more honorable than not to judge at all.

She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.

People talk about the conscience, but it seems to me one must just bring it up to a certain point and leave it there. You can let your conscience alone if you're nice to the second housemaid.

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.

Happy you poets who can be present and so present by a simple flicker of your genius, and not, like the clumsier race, have to laya train and pile up faggots that may not after prove in the least combustible!

I don't care anything about reasons, but I know what I like.