Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.
We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.
It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.
Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one’s self?
Beware of monotony; it’s the mother of all the deadly sins.
The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.
True originality consists not in a new manner, but in a new vision.
A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.
Nice” women, however wronged, would never claim the kind of freedom he meant, and generous-minded men like himself were therefore—in the heat of argument—the more chivalrously ready to concede it to them. Such verbal generosities...