life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.

Sometimes," I ventured, "it doesn't occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty. . . I couldn't stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there's nobody like her.

Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar.