Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.

The wives who are not deserted, but who have to feed and clothe and comfort and scold and advise, are the true objects of commiseration; wives whose existence is given over to a ceaseless vigil of cantankerous affection.

A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.

People don't ever seem to realize that doing what's right, writes no guarantee against misfortune.

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.