Nothing could more clearly give the measure of the distance that the world had travelled. |
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death. |
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech |
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing. |
The mere idea of a woman's appealing to her family to screen her husband's business dishonour was inadmisible, since it was the one thing that the Family, as an institution, could not do. |
The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it. |
The persons of their world lived in an atmosphere of faint implications and pale delicacies, and the fact that he and she understood each other without a word seemed to the young man to bring them nearer than any explanation would have done. |
The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else. |
There are moments when a man's imagination so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny |
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. |
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. |
There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were all feeding off their gold plate; not now! At present they have not only my sympathy but my preference. They are the last representatives of our native industries. |
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods |
Though he turned the pages with the sensuous joy of the book-lover, he did not know what he was reading, and one book after another dropped from his hand. Suddenly, among them, he lit on a small volume of verse which he had ordered because the name had attracted him: "The House of Life." He took it up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffebly tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions. |
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it? |