An easy-going husband is the one indispensable comfort of life.

Nature I believe in. True art aims to, represent men and women, not as my little self would have them, but as they appear. My heroes and heroines I want not extreme types, all good or all bad; but human, mortal--partly good, partly bad. Realism I need. Pure mental abstractions have no significance for me.

To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.

Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.

There is nothing that you may not get people to believe in if you will only tell it them loud enough and often enough, till the welkin rings with it.

The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.

Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!