The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

The praise that comes of love does not make us vain, but humble rather. Knowing what we are, the pride that shines in our mother's eyes as she looks at us is about the most pathetic thing a man has to face, but he would be a devil altogether if it did not burn some of the sin out of him.

If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water.

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.

The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.

All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.