In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.

The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.

And all the while, I suppose," he thought, "real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them.

Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.

Their long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity of duty: lapsing from that, it became a mere battle of ugly appetites.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.