I think reading a novel is almost next best to having something to do.

I have my own way of dividing people, as I suppose most of us have. There are those whom I can talk to, and those whom I can't.

Somehow even a popular fallacy has an aspect of truth when it suits one's own case.

All perfection is melancholy.

A hotel is a hotel all the world over, a place essentially vulgar, commonplace, venal, the travesty of a human home.

Truly there is nothing in the world so blessed or so sweet as the heritage of children.

Against the long years when family bonds make up all that is happiest in life, there must always be reckoned those moments of agitation and revolution, during which the bosom of a family is the most unrestful and disturbing place in existence.