It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.
I’m always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.
There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it’s so hard to keep from loving things, isn’t it?
When people mean to be good to you, you don’t mind very much when they’re not quite – always.
Children can be the most cruel creatures alive. They have the herd instinct of prejudice against any outsider, and they are merciless in its indulgence.
Dogs want only love but cats demand worship.
People who don’t like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.
It’s rather hard to decide just when people are grown up...
I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.
It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.
I must get out all my ambitions and dust them.
Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.
Death grows friendlier as we grow older.
Have you ever noticed that when people say it is their duty to tell you a certain thing you may prepare for something disagreeable? Why is it that they never seem to think it a duty to tell you the pleasant things they hear about you?
That is one consolation when you are poor – there are so many more things you can imagine about.
Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.
Don’t believe in imagining things different from what they really are. When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn’t mean for us to imagine them away.
Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth.
It’s as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either...
It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn’t it?