I am secretly afraid of animals.... I think it is because of the usness in their eyes, with the underlying not-usness which beliesit, and is so tragic a reminder of the lost age when we human beings branched off and left them: left them to eternal inarticulateness and slavery. Why? their eyes seem to ask us.

There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were all feeding off their gold plate; not now! At present they have not only my sympathy but my preference. They are the last representatives of our native industries.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.

It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.