Men as a rule love with their eyes, woman with their ears.
The Bostonians take their learning too sadly: culture with them is an accomplishment rather than an atmosphere; their "Hub," as they call it, is the paradise of prigs.
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
What the hell is an oboe?
I gave my genius to my life, but my talent to my art.
True contentment is not having everything, but in being satisfied with everything you have.