I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

And I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, & consequently suggests more tugging, & pain, & diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

I don't believe in God, but I do believe in His saints.

Inkstands and tea-cups are never as full as when one upsets them.