The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

A man who pretends to understand women is bad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals.

When I am wicked I am in high spirits.

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.

I think I don't regret a single 'excess' of my responsive youth - I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn't embrace.

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

Most English talk is a quadrille in a sentry-box.