There is satisfaction in seeing one's household prosper; in being both bountiful and provident.

The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.

The saints differ from us in their exuberance, the excess of our human talents. Moderation is not their secret. It is in the wildness of their dreams, the desperate vitality of their ambitions, that they stand apart from ordinary people of good will.

A lover would find life less broken apart after a misguided love affair if they could feel that they had been sinful rather than foolish.

I am he / Who champions total liberty - / Intolerance being, ma'am, a state / No tolerant man can tolerate.

O, merry is the Optimist, With the troops of courage leaguing. But a dour trend In any friend Is somehow less fatiguing.

One applauds the industry of professional philanthropy. But it has its dangers. After a while the private heart begins to harden. We fling letters into the wastebasket, are abrupt to telephoned solicitations. Charity withers in the incessant gale.