True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.
I begin to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them - children, duties, visits, bores, relations - the things that protect married people from each other.
Life is made up of compromises.
I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
traditions that have lost their meaning are the hardest of all to destroy.
In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.
There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time.
The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.
Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.
It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.
A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.
The other producer of old age is habit: the deathly process of doing the same thing in the same way at the same hour day after day, first from carelessness, then from inclination, at last from cowardice or inertia. Luckily the inconsequent life is not the only alternative; for caprice is as ruinous as routine. Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.
Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.
The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.
She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.
I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.
They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.
The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.
She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.
I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer.
One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.
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