Cruelty is the only sin.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.

What a man marries for's hard to tell ... an' what a woman marries for's past findin' out.

the old alone have finality. What is true of the young today may be false tomorrow. They are enveloped in emotion; and emotion as a state of being is fluent and evanescent.

It is easy to convince a man who already thinks as you do.

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.