when I am alone in the forest I always say my prayers; and that occasional solitary communion with God is surely the only true religion for intelligent beings.
Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.
All women want to be understood until they understand themselves.
No country can reach a high stage of civilization without a leisure class.
Women love the lie that saves their pride, but never an unflattering truth.
It is a pretty trick of authors to make nature ever in sympathy with man, but as a matter of fact she seldom is.