Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects.

Progress is the realization of utopia.

Don't be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning.

Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.

Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.

The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.

The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.