I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

Unquestionably we do stand by our national flag as stoutly as any people in the world; and I myself have felt the heart-throb at sight of it, as sensibly as other men.

There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.