Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

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

There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.

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.

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

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.

My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.