The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any har….

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water..

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and m….

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies.

I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of my devotion..

A wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth..

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace..

The way to become rich is to make money, not to save it..

I would give up the unessential; I would give my money, I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself..

Have you ever heard the earth breath?.

The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction..

She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was lik….

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what..

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much ab….

I trust it will not be giving away professional secrets to say that many readers would be surprised, perhaps shocked, at the questions which some new….

Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outwar….

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves… They belonged to her her and were her own, a….

I dance with people I despise; amuse myself with men whose only talent lies in their feet, gain the disapprobation of people I honor and respect; ret….

She was moved by a kind of commiseration... a pity for that colorless existence which never uplifted its possessor beyond the region of blind content….

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such be….

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life..