I've sometimes thought . . . that the difference between us and the English is that the Scotch are hard in all other respects but soft with women, and the English are hard with women but soft in all other respects.

Never is an awfully long time.

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

As soon as you can say what you think and not what some other person has thought for you, you are on the way to being a remarkable man.

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.

It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears?

To die will be an awfully big adventure.