I have heard with admiring submission the experience of the lady who declared that the sense of being well dressed gives a feeling of inward tranquility which religion is powerless to bestow.

Beauty brings its own fancy price, for all that a man hath will he give for his love.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

The value of a dollar is social, as it is created by society.

Every man I meet is in some way my superior...

The moral sense reappears today with the same morning newness that has been from of old the fountain of beauty and strength. You say there is no religion now. 'Tis like saying in rainy weather, There is no sun, when at that moment we are witnessing one of its superlative effects.

Literature is eavesdropping.