Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.

I cannot abide the Mr. and Mrs. Noah attitude towards marriage; the animals went in two by two, forever stuck together with glue.

The public, as a whole, finds reassurance in longevity, and, after the necessary interlude of reaction, is disposed to recognize extreme old age as a sign of excellence. The long-liver has triumphed over at least one of man's initial handicaps: the brevity of life.

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.

Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.

I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the difference between the thing said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.