It devours everything fine in us.

I wonder if the 'little things' of life aren't, after all, the most important.

Mind you, I'm not hinting--I don't want your attentions--I wouldn't have time for them, anyhow, for I'm just as feverish as anybody else.

But in the midst of all these new concerns, these sudden millions, this overnight success, our ambitious schemes, we are forgetting the things that really count.

Gentleness, courtesy, love, home, children: they're pretty big, Henry.