And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?

to be honest and yet popular is almost as difficult in literature as it is in life.

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.

I revolted from sentimentality, less because it was false than because it was cruel.

True goodness is an inward grace, not an outward necessity.

Nothing is more consuming, or more illogical, than the desire for remembrance.

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.