the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

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

I know men and women. An honourable man is an honourable man, and a liar is a liar; both are born and not made. One cannot change to the other any more than that same old leopard can change its spots. After a man tells a woman the first untruth of that sort, the others come piling thick, fast, and mountain high.

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

Of two evils, I always choose the lesser.

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

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.