It would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own.

There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that speak from a conscientious desire to make apparent to others the beauty that has awakened their own admiration.

There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose.

It was the smile which runs before a promise.

He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet.

It would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own.

The hand will often reveal more than the countenance.