Plot and melodrama were in every life; in some so briefly as hardly to be recognized, in others-in that of certain men and women in the public eye, for instance-they were almost in the nature of a continuous performance.

The grief of childhood is terrible while it lasts, it is so abandoned and so all-possessing.

The minority of one generation is usually the majority of the next.

orthodoxy is a fixed habit of mind. The average man and woman hug their orthodoxies and spit their venom on those that outrage them.

Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.

There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.

In times of panic man seems to exchange his soul for a tail.