Given two tempers and the time, the ordinary marriage produces anarchy.

No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not someday be antiquated.

idealism, that gaudy coloring matter of passion, fades when it is brought beneath the trenchant white light of knowledge. Ideals, like mountains, are best at a distance.

She must face her grief where the struggle is always hardest-in the place where each trivial object is attended by pleasant memories.

The government's like a mule, it's slow and it's sure; it's slow to turn, and it's sure to turn the way you don't want it.

Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.

Only on the surface of things have I ever trod the beaten path. So long as I could keep from hurting anyone else, I have lived, as completely as it was possible, the life of my choice. I have been free. . . . I have done the work I wished to do for the sake of that work alone.