men love their wives not because of their virtues, but in spite of them.

Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament

... safety that depends on an apron-string is very unsafe!

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

Twenty-five years ago, Christmas was not the burden that it is now; there was less haggling and weighing, less quid pro quo, less fatigue of body, less weariness of soul; and, most of all, there was less loading up with trash.

... perhaps there is no conceit so arrogant as the conceit which follows a conviction of emancipation.

To talk over a quarrel, with its inevitable accompaniment of self-justification, is too much like handling cobwebs to be very successful.