She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.

The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.

Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as gossamer, and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have been traced such a coarse pattern as it was doomed to receive; why so often the coarse appropriates the finer thus, the wrong man the woman, the wrong women the man, many years of analytical philosophy have failed to explain to our sense of order

Some folk want their luck buttered.

Of love it may be said, the less earthly the less demonstrative. In its absolutely indestructible form it reaches a profundity in which all exhibition of itself is painful.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?