What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.

It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.

How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.