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

This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.

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.

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.

Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.

Where's the need of singing now?

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