The San Francisco Stock Exchange was the place that continuously pumped up the savings of the lower classes into the pockets of the millionaires.

The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.

It is one of the worst things of sentiment that the voice grows to be more important than the words, and the speaker than that what is spoken.

To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.

A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.

Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.