I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

We never know the timber of a man's soul until something cuts into him deeply and brings the grain out strong. You've the making of a mighty fine piece of furniture.

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

Of two evils, I always choose the lesser.

What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?

In the economy of nature nothing is ever lost. I cannot belive that the soul of man shall prove the one exception

Do you know that being a stranger is the hardest thing that can happen to any one in all this world?