A gentleman can live through anything.

Surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.

I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it.

When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they dont really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step further and say, Well, ignorance then. The child is neither. There is no crime which a boy of eleven had not envisaged long ago. His only innocence is, he may not be old enough to desire the fruits of it...his ignorance is, he does not know how to commit it...

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

She is like all the rest of them. Whether they are seventeen or fortyseven, when they finally come to surrender completely, it's going to be in words.

Maybe the only thing worse than having to give gratitude constantlyall the time, is having to accept it.