A gentleman doesn't have one set of manners for the house of a poor man and another for the house of someone with an income incomparable to his own.

Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.

What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.

Who knows what oversensitive is, considering all there is to be sensitive to.

The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice.

I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.

A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation.