If you are kind to an enemy, you cannot hate him.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

... Love never forgets; or if it does, it is an imperfect love, like the beautiful love of a dog, faithful and unreasoning.

Books are like sapphires; they must be polished - polished! or else you insult your readers.

There is a bond, it appears, between mother and child which endures as long as they do. It is independent of love; reason cannot weaken it; hate cannot destroy it.

I have no faith in a human critter who hasn't one or two bad habits.

What I object to in Mother is that she wants me to think her thoughts. Apart from the question of hypocrisy, I prefer my own.