It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing.

it is really astonishing how few colors are inharmonious when they are profusely massed and have green for a background.

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs?

what is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty.

what's the good of having news an' ye must coop it? It's like cold veal pie upon the chest for supper, the same being over old, under done, and dry o' gravy.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if we had to decide the beginnings of things for ourselves: as to what race we should belong, what sex, and all that, instead of placidly coming out of unconsciousness to find it all arranged!

Neither a garden nor a gardener can be made in one year, nor in one generation even.