Guests are the delight of leisure, and the solace of ennui.

We owe to one another all the wit and good humour we can command; and nothing so clears our mental vistas as sympathetic and intelligent conversation.

We know when we have had enough of a friend, and we know when a friend has had enough of us. The first truth is no more palatable than the second.

Wit is a thing capable of proof.

It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought.

Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients.

The man who never tells an unpalatable truth 'at the wrong time' (the right time has yet to be discovered) is the man whose success in life is fairly well assured.