She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!
One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left.
I don't want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.
New York is appalling, fantastically charmless and elaborately dire.
Never say you know the last word about any human heart.
Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.