Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.

I have been reading the Old Testament, a most bloodthirsty and perilous book for the young. Jehovah is beyond doubt the worst character in fiction.