Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a love-born of God’s care for every need

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty inaccuracy, of dishonesty