Everybody who does anything at all does too much.
Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?
Inkstands and tea-cups are never as full as when one upsets them.
A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.
It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.
We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.
How I hate everything!
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.
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.
You thought I was a lovelorn mistress; and I was only an expensive prostitute.
Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can't bit on.
Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.
Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?
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.
I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.
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.
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.
there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine.
As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.
Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas.
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?
Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.
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