Age, with shamefaced relief, has learned the solvent quality of Time. It is this quality which makes possible the contemplation of certain embarrassing heavenly reunions.

Weakness is a great bully without knowing it.

There is no embarrassment quite like the embarrassment of listening to a person for whom one has a regard making a fool of himself.

faith, it seems to me, is not the holding of certain dogmas; it is simply openness and readiness of heart to believe any truth which God may show.

gossip, after it reaches a certain point of insult and falsehood, becomes a source of amusement to its victims.

When it comes to bombshells, there are few that can be more effective than that small, flat, frail thing, a letter.

The insolence of time is like a blow in the face from an unseen enemy.