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

Dogs live with man as courtiers 'round a monarch, steeped in the flattery of his notice ... to push their favor in this world of pickings and caresses is, perhaps, the business of their lives.

But of works of art little can be said.

We must accept life for what it actually is - a challenge to our quality without which we should never know of what stuff we are made, or grow to our full stature.

To miss the joy is to miss everything.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.