Habit is the beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectfully and unhappy men to live calmly

And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

To most mortals there is a stupidity which is unendurable and a stupidity which is altogether acceptable - else, indeed, what would become of social bonds?

Men and women are but children of a larger growth.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!