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.

Convictions do not imply reasons.

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.

... when personal happiness conflicts with any great human ideal, the right to claim such happiness is as nothing compared to the privilege of resigning it.

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

You can't have genius without patience.

a manufactured interest has no staying quality - especially if it involves any hard work.