Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.

We must not inquire too curiously into motives. they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.

Well, I aren't like a bird-clapper, forced to make a rattle when the wind blows on me. I can keep my own counsel when there's no good i' speaking.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offense. ... Everyone who contributes to the 'too much' of literature is doing grave social injury.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.

A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.