Gossip is the social mosquito.

Married and unmarried women waste a great deal of time in feeling sorry for each other.

Of all the things that make for happiness, the love of books comes first. No matter how the world may have used us, sure solace lies there.

A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.

Silence and reserve will give anyone a reputation for wisdom.

A real love letter is absolutely ridiculous to everyone except the writer and the recipient.

The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain?