The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

The style is the man. Rather say the style is the way the man takes himself; and to be at all charming or even bearable, the way is almost rigidly prescribed. If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. No other way will do.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.