There are women who are for all your 'times of life.' They're the most wonderful sort.

An Englishman's never so natural as when he's holding his tongue.

I hate American simplicity. I glory in the piling up of complications of every sort. If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favor of doing it.

There were several ways of understanding her: there was what she said, and there was what she meant, and there was something between the two, that was neither.

All roads lead to Rome, and there were times when it might have struck us that almost every branch of study or subject of conversation skirted forbidden ground.

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.

The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions.