From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends."

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

"Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone."

"Any subject can be made interesting, and therefore any subject can be made boring."

"Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing."