Money was their God; work their religion.

In the economy of nature nothing is ever lost. I cannot belive that the soul of man shall prove the one exception

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to leave him with a higher ideal of life than he had when he began. If in one small degree it shows him where he can be...gentler, saner, cleaner, kindlier...it is a wonder-working book. If it opens his eyes to one beauty in nature he never saw for himself and leads him one step toward the God of the Universe, it is a beneficial book.

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.

The wages of sin are the hardest debts on earth to pay, and they are always collected at inconvenient times and unexpected places.

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

What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?