We got together in a few days a company of the toughest old salts imaginable--not pretty to look at, but fellows, by their faces, of the most indomitable spirit.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

I believe in an ultimate decency of things.

Even if the doctor does not give you a year, even if he hesitates about a month, make one brave push and see what can be accomplished in a week.

I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements.

Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular-letter to the friends of him who writes it.

Although I may express myself with some degree of pleasantry the purport of my words is entirely serious.