It seems to me that life is always undoing for us something that we have just laboriously done.

Who originated that most exquisite of inquisitions, the condolence system?

Happiness must be cultivated. It is like character. It is not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds.

It is in the comprehension of the physically disabled, or disordered ... that we are behind our age.... sympathy as a fine art is backward in the growth of progress.

A perfect marriage is like a pure heart ... those who have it are fit to see God.

It is not in our drawing-rooms that we should look to judge of the intrinsic worth of any style of dress. The street-car is a truer crucible of its inherent value.

Surely it is one of the simplest laws of taste in dress, that it shall not attract undue attention from the wearer to the worn.