I know what kind of people would have the hottest corner in my conception of hell. It would be those who have helped to give goodness a bad name.

An author who enjoys writing may sometimes please other people by accident, but he can never pass on to any one else the zestful thrill he feels himself.

I suppose there is hardly any one in the civilized world - particularly of those who do just a little more every day than they really have strength to perform - who has not at some time regarded bed as a refuge.

This is the difference between depression and sorrow - sorrowful, you are in great trouble because something matters so much; depressed, you are miserable because nothing really matters.

while nearly every way of falling in love is kind, every way of getting out of love is cruel.

there is such a mistaken notion abroad in this country that the individual who makes sharp remarks must be sincere, while the one who says pleasant things must be more or less a humbug.

... nothing, of course, is ever so strange as love to the one who is not a lover.