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.

Husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order.

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.

Say "I love you" to those you love. The eternal silence is long enough to be silent in, and that awaits us all.

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.