He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

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.

...and the great advantage of being a literary woman, was that you could go everywhere and do everything.

When I am wicked I am in high spirits.

..her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.

There's no more usual basis of union than mutual misunderstanding.