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

It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.

I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.

Staunch & faithful little lovers that they are, they give back a hundred fold every sign of love one ever gives them — & it mitigates the pang of losing them to know how very happy a little affection has made them .

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

traditions that have lost their meaning are the hardest of all to destroy.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.