... most people are dead, and none of them seem to mind it. One hears a great many complaints about life, doesn't one? And there are people I know who would certainly grumble -- however dead they were -- if there were anything to grumble at.

Neither saints nor angels have ever increased my faith in this enigma Life; but what are called 'common men and women' have increased it.

If one has one cow, it is always better not to be too familiar with those who have seven.

If money had been the way to save the world, Christ himself would have been rich.

A blossom must break the sheath it has been sheltered by.

Lots of men hate women now-a-days. ... It was a man-made world, and now we're asking to go shares in the making.

Poets, when they write of love, give themselves and everyone else away!