There was an exquisitely beautiful conception in my brain when I did this piece of work all alone from midnight until morning after the experience of a wonderful day. But I was not able to make the consummation anywhere nearly as beautiful as the inspiration. That, I suppose, is the cry of every heart struggling for self-expression.

no one in the whole world knows all a man's bignesses and all his littlenesses as his wife does.

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

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

The world is full of happy people but no one ever hears of them. You have to fight and make a scandal to get in the papers. No one knows about all the happy people.

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

it takes the very wisest person there is to know when to talk, and when to keep still.