We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.