It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one's head.

Manifestly, dying is nothing to a really great and brave man.

It's a good thing for a dog to have fleas; keeps his mind off being a dog.

I will gradually drop this subject of graveyards. I have been trying all I could to get down to the sentimental part of it, but I cannot accomplish it. I think there is no genuinely sentimental part to it. It is all grotesque, ghastly, horrible.

If your mother tells you to do a thing, it is wrong to reply that you won't. It is better and more becoming to intimate that you will do as she bids you, and then afterwards act quietly in the matter according to the dictates of your better judgment.

You can't keep a juvenile moral institution alive on two displays of its sash per year.

I've seen many troubles in my time, only half of which ever came true.