If there was any petting to be done...he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.

Isolation breeds conceit.

It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.

Each age has its choice of the death it will die.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Woman is perpetual revolution, and is that element in the world which continually destroys and recreates.

It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance. We are thus enabled to call our ancestors barbarous.