I don’t believe in God, but I do believe in His saints.
Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.
The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of the eye and mind for symmetry, harmony and order.
I’ve always shrunk from usurping the functions of Providence, and when I have to exercise them I decidedly prefer that it shouldn’t be on an errand of destruction.
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. I loved light ever, light in eye and brain No tapers mirrored in long palace floors, Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles, But just the common dusty wind-blown day That roofs earth’s millions.
People struggled on for years with ‘troubles,’ but they almost always succumbed to ’complications.
I wonder why rich people always grow fat I suppose it’s because there’s nothing to worry them.
I’d almost say it’s the worries that make married folks sacred to each other...
The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that’s the secret that most of your friends have lost.
One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace.
She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.
Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.
Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.
He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.
And you’ll sit beside me, and we’ll look, not at visions, but at realities.
Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.
With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other.
Archer had always been inclined to think that chance and circumstance played a small part in shaping people’s lots compared with their innate tendency to have things happen to them.
She gave so many reasons that I’ve forgotten them all.
But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.