My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Grief is itself a medicine.
The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.
Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.