The human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.

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.

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.

Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.

When we are young we think our troubles a mighty business - that the world is spread out expressly as a stage for the particular drama of our lives and that we have a right to rant and foam at the mouth if we are crossed. I have done enough of that in my time.