Cruelty, I truly believe, is the one and only sin.

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

Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.

Evidently, whatever else marriage might prevent, it was not a remedy for isolation of spirit.

I liked human beings, but I did not love human nature.

Happiness is a hardy annual.