When you get me a good man made out of arguments, I will get you a good dinner with reading you the cookery book.

...Though there's reasons in things as nobody knows on---- that's pretty much what I've made out; yet some folks are so wise they'll find you fifty reasons straight off, and all the while the real reason's winking at 'em in the corner, and they niver see't.

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.

A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger.

Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.