there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.

it's been my experience that the first few days of married life women are blind because they want to be and after that because they have to be.

These are times of action. Men think and then act; sometimes, indeed, they simply act.

my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.

Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.

there is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt. A book may fail, but who is there to know it? It dies and is buried, and is decently interred on the bookseller's shelf; but the play dies to laughter, to scorn and disdain.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.