Don't flatter yourselves that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. On the contrary, the nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.

What we most want to ask of our Maker is an unfolding of the divine purpose in putting human beings into conditions in which such numbers of them would be sure to go wrong.

Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.

Civilization is the process of reducing the infinite to the finite.

Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.