[On the Irish:] Strange race ... Don't know what they want, but want it like the devil.

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.

It takes a good many years and some pretty hard knocks to make people tolerant.

What a tragedy it was that the only thing age could offer to youth was its own experience, and that the experiences of others were never profitable.

It was said of Miss Letitia that when money came into her possession it went out of circulation.

Enemies are an indication of character.