Henry Adams

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought read more

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in read more

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

A friend in power is a friend lost.

A friend in power is a friend lost.

Chaos often breeds life when order breeds habit.

Chaos often breeds life when order breeds habit.

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.