Some people read for instruction, which is praiseworthy, and some for pleasure, which is innocent, but not a few read from habit, and I suppose that this is neither innocent or praiseworthy. Of that lamentable company am I. Conversation after a time bores me, games tire me and my own thoughts, which we are told are the unfailing resource of a sensible man, have a tendency to run dry. Then I fly to my book as the opium-smoker to his pipe.

In heaven, when the blessed use the telephone they will say what they have to say and not a word besides.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

Tradition is a guide and not a jailer.

What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?

Art is a manifestation of emotion, and emotion speaks a language that all may understand.

The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.