I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views. |
I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, and consequently suggests more tugging, and pain, and diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie. |
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time. |
If we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time. |
In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears. |
In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive log past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways. |
It seemed to him that the tie between husband and wife, even if breakable in prosperity, should be indissoluble in misfortune. |
It would presently be his task to take the bandage from this young woman's eyes, and bid her look forth on the world. But how many generations of the women who had gone to her making had descended bandaged to the family vault? He shivered a little, remembering some of the new ideas in his scientific books, and the much-cited instance of the Kentucky cave-fish, which had ceased to develop eyes because they had no use for them. |
Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope. |
Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue. |
Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue. |
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one. |
Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet it alone. |
My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that cannot be gratified here, and I am not enough in sympathy with our ''gross public'' to make up for the lack on the aesthetic side. One's friends are delightful; but we are none of us Americans, we don't think or feel as the Americans do, we are the wretched exotics produced in a European glass-house, the most displaced and useless class on earth! |
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet |