Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

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

There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff.

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

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.