Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.

To miss the joy is to miss everything.

Truth in spirit, not truth to the letter, is the true veracity.

One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.

The San Francisco Stock Exchange was the place that continuously pumped up the savings of the lower classes into the pockets of the millionaires.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.