Plain women he regarded as he did the other severe facts of life, to be faced with philosophy and investigated by science.

People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

After all, the true seeing is within.

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.

Marriage is so unlike everything else. There is something even awful in the nearness it brings. Even if we loved someone else better than - than those we were married to, it would be no use. I mean, marriage drinks up all our power of giving or getting any blessedness in that sort of love. I know it may be very dear, but it murders our marriage, and then the marriage stays with us like a murder, and everything else is gone.