They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.

Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.

There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.

I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

The only man who knows just what he thinks at the present moment is the man who hasn't done any new thinking in the past ten years.

The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.