Every father knows at once too much and too little about his own son.
There are no little things. "Little things," so called, are the hinges of the universe.
Light hearts seldom keep company with heavy coffers.
Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself.
It is the most astonishing thing that persons who have not sufficient education to spell correctly, to punctuate properly, to place capital letters in the right places, should, when other means of support fail, send mss. for publication.
I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues.