the habit of generalizing from one particular, that mainstay of the cheap and obvious essayist, has rooted many fictions in the public eye. Nothing, for example can blot from my memory the profound, searching, and exhaustive analysis of a great nation which I learned in my small geography when I was a child, namely, 'The French are a gay and polite people fond of dancing and light wines.

It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.

To let blessed babies go dangling and dawdling without names, for months and months, was enough to ruin them for life.

One cannot see callers, answer the telephone, go to luncheons or dinners, visit the dentist or shoemaker, address charitable organizations in or from a bed; therefore a bed, in my experience, is simply bristling with ideas.

Why is it that the people with whom one loves to be silent are also the very ones with whom one loves to talk?

you can never prove God; you can only find Him!

It is very funny, but you do not always have to see people to love them. Just think about it, and see if it isn't so.