The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.

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.

Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwreck.

But of works of art little can be said.

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.