I often arrive at quite sensible ideas and judgements, on the spur of the moment. It is when I stop to think that I become foolish.

Life works upon a compensating balance, and the happiness we gain in one direction we lose in another.

We are so bound together that no man can labor for himself alone. Each blow he strikes in his own behalf helps to mold the universe.

The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him. He acts like a damper upon the whole room, and the most jovial spirits become, in his presence, depressed and nervous.

Truth and fact are old-fashioned and out-of-date, my friends, fit only for the dull and vulgar to live by. Appearance, not reality, is what the clever dog grasps at in these clever days. We spurn the dull-brown solid earth; we build our lives and homes in the fair-seeming rainbow-land of shadow and chimera.

There are many families where the whole interest of life is centered upon the dog.

It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.