The more highly public life is organized the lower does its morality sink.

A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.

God is not Love in the East. He is Power, although Mercy may temper it.

Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque. A touch will loosen it, and the sooner it goes from us the better.

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?

The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.