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

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.

Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.

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

There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon.

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.

Happy people do a great deal for their friends.