People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

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

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness.

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.

A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.