Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.

Late one brilliant April afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson stood at the head of Chestnut Street, looking about him with the pleased air of a man of taste who does not very often get to Boston.

The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.

The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.

The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times when I don't realize it. You really are a part of me. In the course of twenty crowded years one parts with many illusions... I did not wish to lose the early ones. Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen again.