It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another-but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

We value virtue but do not discuss it. The honest bookkeeper, the faithful wife, the earnest scholar get little of our attention compared to the embezzler, the tramp, the cheat.

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.