I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

... as usual I am suffering much from doubt as to the worth of what I am doing and fear lest I may not be able to complete it so as to make it a contribution to literature and not a mere addition to the heap of books.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

It is well known to all experienced minds that our firmest convictions are often dependent on subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

Them as ha' never had a cushion don't miss it.