Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.

This is a puzzling world, and Old Harry's got a finger in it.

Animals are such agreeable friends.

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

Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side.

Marriage is so unlike everything else. There is something even awful in the nearness it brings. Even if we loved someone else better than - than those we were married to, it would be no use. I mean, marriage drinks up all our power of giving or getting any blessedness in that sort of love. I know it may be very dear, but it murders our marriage, and then the marriage stays with us like a murder, and everything else is gone.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.