Civilized life exacts its toll.
Dear, dear, the miniature world of the family! All the emotions of mankind seem to find a place in it.
We are always children to our mothers.
some people always have a touch of youth about them.
Most of the pleasure of making a book would go if it held nothing to be shared by other people. I would write for a few dozen people, and sometimes it seems that I do so, but I would not write for no-one.
Many people misjudge the permanent effect of sorrow, and their capacity to live in the past.