Life is but a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream.

Life should begin with age and its privileges and accumulations, and end with youth and its capacity to splendidly enjoy such advantages.

We have not all had the good fortune to be ladies. We have not all been generals, or poets, or statesmen; but when the toast works down to the babies, we stand on common ground.

You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

I find that the further I go back, the better things were, whether they happened or not.

Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it

Yes, even I am dishonest. Not in many ways, but in some. Forty-one, I think it is.