The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.
Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.
My mother loved children -- she would have given anything if I had been one.
One of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.
More movement, and the sense of bodies being shackled in alongside of me.
I've grown to realize the joy that comes from little victories is preferable to the fun that comes from ease and the pursuit of pleasure.
He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.