Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?
Their long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity of duty: lapsing from that, it became a mere battle of ugly appetites.
The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.
Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.
After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.
Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?
How much longer are we going to think it necessary to be American before (or in contradistinction to) being cultivated, being enlightened, being humane, and having the same intellectual discipline as other civilized countries?
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.
It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.
Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.
An unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.
She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.
It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
There was once a little girl who was so very intelligent that her parents feared that she would die. But an aged aunt, who had crossed the Atlantic in a sailing-vessel, said, 'My dears, let her marry the first man she falls in love with, and she will make such a fool of herself that it will probably save her life.
It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty.
Everybody who does anything at all does too much.
She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.
She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.
Women ought to be free - as free as we are,' he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.
Staunch & faithful little lovers that they are, they give back a hundred fold every sign of love one ever gives them — & it mitigates the pang of losing them to know how very happy a little affection has made them .
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