He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr's.

He studied cities as women study their reflections.

We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.

To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.

All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.

[A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles. More justly than to anything else, it can be likened to the game of baseball. Crack! we hit the ball, and away we go. If we earn a run (in life we call it success) we get back to the home plate and sit upon a bench. If we are thrown out, we walk back to the home plate -- and sit upon a bench.