The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.

I would write of the universal, not the provincial, in human nature.... I would write of characters, not of characteristics.

Grandpa says we've got everything to make us happy but happiness.

A doctrine of endurance flows easily from our lips when we are enduring jam and our neighbors dry bread, and it is still possible for us to become resigned to the afflictions of our brother.

... though not invariably the worst choice, war is always an obscene horror.