Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope

It was part of her discernment to be aware that life is the only real counselor, that wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissues.

The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.

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.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.

He had come on her that morning in a moment of disarray; her face had been pale and altered, and the diminution of her beauty had lent her a poignant charm. That is how she looks when she is alone! had been his first thought; and the …