... in a wicked way, it is an incentive to good living to observe the spice of enjoyment there is to a godly soul in a very little sin.

as I get older there is nothing more constantly astonishing to me than the goodness of the Bad; - unless it is the badness of the Good.

we middle-aged folk have the education of life, truly; we know the multiplication table of anxieties and sorrows, the subtraction table of loss, the division table of responsibility.

the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts out the light.

Self-sacrifice which denies common sense is not a virtue. It's a spiritual dissipation.

Grandmother belongs to the generation of women who were satisfied to have men retain their vices, if they removed their hats.

When one promise jostles another, one of 'em isn't a promise.