I would always rather be happy than dignified.

Que me voulez-vous?' said he in a growl of which the music was wholly confined to his chest and throat, for he kept his teeth clenched, and seemed registering to himself an inward vow that nothing earthly should wring from him a smile. My answer commenced uncompromisingly: - 'Monsieur,' I said, je veux l'impossible, des choses inouïes.

Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.

I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little.

The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master - something that, at times, strangely wills and works for itself.

I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.