His own exclamation: Women should be free—as free as we are, struck to the root of a problem that it was agreed in his world to regard as nonexistent. Nice women, however wronged, would never claim th...
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.
That Greiner house, now—a typical rung in the social ladder! The man who built it came from a MILIEU where all the dishes are put on the table at once. His facade is a complete architectural meal; if...
His life, for years past, had been mainly a succession of resigned adaptations, and he had learned, before dealing practically with his embarrassments, to extract from most of them a small tribute of...
What right had she to dream the dreams of loveliness?
There was no sense of guilt in her now, but only a desperate desire to defend her secret from irreverent eyes, and begin life again among people to whom the harsh code of the village was unknown.
Isn't it natural that I should belittle all the things I can't offer you?
Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths.
It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say; and the fear lest that last shadow of reality should lose its edge kept him rooted to his seat as the minutes succeeded eac...
Marriage is one long sacrifice.
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.
But she saw that his eyes, which were sand-colored like his face, and sandy-lashed, had found another occupation. They were fixed on Conchita Closson, who sat opposite to him; they rested on her unbli...
She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.
A man doesn't know till he tries it how killing uncongenial work is, and how it destroys the power of doing what one's fit for, even if there's time for both.
True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
The idea that any rash answer might provoke an unpleasant outburst tempered her disgust with caution, and she answered with a laugh.
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
Her whole being dilated in an atmosphere of luxury. It was the background she required, the only climate she could breathe in.
Yes - it was happiness she still wanted, and the glimpse she had caught of it made everything else of no account. One by one she had detached herself from the baser possibilities , and she saw that no...