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

Now what is a guest? A thing of a day! A person who disturbs your routine and interferes with important concerns. Why should any one be grateful for company? Why should time and money be lavished on visitors? They come. You overwork yourself. They go. You are glad of it. You return the visit, because it's the only way to have back at them.

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

Nature always levies her tribute.

How a big majority of book critics and authors have come to believe and to teach that no book is true to life unless it is true to the worst in life, God knows.

If you are lazy, and accept your lot, you may live in it. If you are willing to work, you can write your name anywhere you choose.

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