I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.

It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.

Marriage is a very good thing, but I think it's a mistake to make a habit out of it.

From old habit, unconsciously he thanked God that he no longer believed in Him.

This love was a torment, and he resented bitterly the subjugation in which it held him; he was a prisoner and he longed for freedom. Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet.

The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.

When things are at their worst, I find something always happens.