Every fine story must leave in the mind of the sensitive reader an intangible residuum of pleasure, a cadence, a quality of voice that is exclusively the writer's own, individual, unique.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.

Happy people do a great deal for their friends.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.