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

Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead.

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to force him to lay it down with a higher ideal of life than he had when he took it up.

Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.

a trouble shared is a trouble half endured.

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.

You cannot write on the heart of another what you do not feel yourself.