Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.

[Money] is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets.

The trouble with young writers is that they are all in their sixties.

I don't understand anything. Life is so strange. I feel like some one who's lived all his life by a duck-pond and suddenly is shown the sea. It makes me a little breathless, and yet it fills me with elation. I don't want to die, I want to live. I'm beginning to feel a new courage. I feel like one of those old sailors who set sail for undiscovered seas and I think my soul hankers for the unknown.

Make him laugh and he will think you a trivial fellow, but bore him in the right way and your reputation is assured.

Let us develop the resources of our land, call forth its powers, build up its institutions, promote all its great interests, and see whether we also, in our day and generation, may not perform something worthy to be remembered.

Illusions are like umbrellas - you no sooner get them than you lose them, and the loss always leaves a little painful wound.