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.

Sometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.

The seasons run with swift feet.

But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

When any man accumulates more than he can earn with his own hands, he begins to enrich himself at the expense of the youth, the sweat, the blood, the joy of his fellow men.

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