The woods are never solitary — they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery — we may only wander, awed and spellbound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that really counts.

She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.

Without shedding of blood there is no anything. Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by selfsacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again.