The English tourist in American literature wants above all things something different from what he has at home. For this reason the one American writer whom the English whole-heartedly admire is Walt Whitman. There, you will hear them say, is the real American undisguised. In the whole of English literature there is no figure which resembles his - among all our poetry none in the least comparable to Leaves of Grass

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.

For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.