I could forgive the boy, now, if he'd committed a million sins!

It is curious and interesting to notice what an attraction a fussy, mincing, nickel-plated word has for you.

Always do what is right. It will gratify half of mankind and astound the other.

What is the most rigorous law of our being? Growth. No smallest atom of our moral, mental, or physical structure can stand still a year. It grows - it must grow; nothing can prevent it.

If you can't stand solitude, perhaps others find you boring as well.

The waves most washed me off the raft sometimes, but I hadn't any clothes on, and didn't mind.

If I had more time, I would have written less.