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

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer.

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.

Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.