we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

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.

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

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

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

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.