A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

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.

He is the same old sausage, fizzing and sputtering in his own grease.

We work in the dark -- we do what we can -- we give what we have.

The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern . . . this cluster of gifts may almost be said to constitute experience.

She envied Ralph his dying, for if one were thinking of rest that was the most perfect of all. To cease utterly, to give it all up and not know anything more — this idea was as sweet as the vision of a cool bath in a marble tank, in a darkened chamber, in a hot land.

Live as you like best, and your character will take care of itself. Most things are good for you; the exceptions are very rare.