She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.

They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.

The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.

What is genius? It is the power to be a boy again at will.

We are all failures - at least the best of us are.

For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who looked to beautiful thoughts. And that is the beginning and end of literature.

What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?