You never know how you'll turn out till you've been down to half a dollar and no prospects.

Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?

Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory.

But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power, that they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.

I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.