If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very few people - as may be noticed of most young children - does truth, this rigid, literal veracity, come by nature. To many, even who love it and prize it dearly in others, it comes only after the self-control, watchfulness, and bitter experience of years.

How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.

Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.

A perfect marriage is as rare as a perfect love. Could it be otherwise, when both men and women are so imperfect? Could aught else be expected? Yet all do expect it.

It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.