His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be

Do not forget that small daily actions do or undo character.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

America has never quite forgiven Europe for having been discovered somewhat earlier in history than itself.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize

Fashion: by which what is really fantastic becomes for a moment the universal.

Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects.