There Is No Sense Of Ease Like

... It Is Because Sympathy Is But A Living Again Through Our Own Past In A New Form, That Confession Often Prompts A Response Of Confession.

Few Things Hold The Perception More Thoroughly Captive Than Anxiety About What We Have Got To Say

To Act With Doubleness Towards A Man Whose Own Conduct Was Double, Was So Near An Approach To Virtue That It Deserved To Be Called By No Meaner Name Than Diplomacy.

Childhood Has No Forebodings; But Then, It Is Soothed By No Memories Of Outlived Sorrow.

I Have The Conviction That Excessive Literary Production Is A Social Offense. ... Everyone Who Contributes To The 'too Much' Of Literature Is Doing Grave Social Injury.