There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

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

I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other.

How much longer are we going to think it necessary to be American before (or in contradistinction to) being cultivated, being enlightened, being humane, and having the same intellectual discipline as other civilized countries?

Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'.

Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.

What is one's personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of myself apart from the influence of the two or three greatest friendships of my life, and any account of my own growth must be that of their stimulating and enlightening influence.