Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a PREFERENCE for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.

A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of a native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of earth, for the labors men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar, unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge.

Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.

A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.