It is salutary to train oneself to be no more affected by censure than by praise.

The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.

The day broke grey and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's bed.

The subjunctive mood is in its death throes, and the best thing to do is to put it out of its misery as soon as possible.

I happen to think we’ve set our ideal on the wrong objects; I happen to think that the greatest ideal man can set before himself is self-perfection.

Marriage is a very good thing, but I think it's a mistake to make a habit out of it.

The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes...