In connection with death, or birth, or love, modesty is only a rather puerile self-consciousness.

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

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.

I've always thought the law ought to put on spectacles, it has mighty poor eyesight once in a while.

... some of the things floating about in the Well of Memory are not worth recording.

a great moment raises most of the people who experience it, to its own level; and that is why they do not always recognize its greatness - or their own.

There's one thing that always interests me about you good people, not your certainty that the rest of us are swine, - no doubt we are, - but your certainty that your opinions are pearls.