This man belongs to me, I want him!

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

We learn of great things by little experiences.

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.