He studied cities as women study their reflections.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.

A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.

Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark.

Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.

But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m.