The only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.

Not a hundredth part of the thoughts in my head have ever been or ever will be spoken or written — as long as I keep my senses, at least.

cracked things often hold out as long as whole things; one takes so much better care of them!

People who are so dreadfully "devoted" to their wives are so apt, from mere habit, to get devoted to other people's wives as well.

all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.

the less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.

In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still find myself a self-subsisting and alas! self-seeking me.