It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

He spends his life explaining from his pulpit that the glory of Christianity consists in the fact that though it is not true it has been found necessary to invent it.

A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.