The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.

There is nothing I should care more to do, if it were possible, than to rouse the imagination of men and women to a vision of human claims in those races of their fellow-men who most differ from them in customs and beliefs.

There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

There's times when the crockery seems alive, an' flies out o' your hand like a bird. It's like the glass, sometimes, 'ull crack as it stands. What is to be broke will be broke.