Those with whom we can apparently become well acquainted in a few moments are generally the most difficult to rightly know and to understand.

Writing can come naturally to some. Still, when it comes to good writing, this is true: Easy reading is damn hard writing.

Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided.

It was one of those moments—which sometimes occur only at the interval of years—when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now.

The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.