We require from buildings two kinds of goodness: first, the doing their practical duty well: then that they be graceful and pleasing in doing it.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.
Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?