For there are two distinct sorts of ideas: Those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart.

Business? It's quite simple; it's other people's money.

So he went down, smiling sceptically and mutter the final word in human wisdom: 'Perhaps!

Ah," said the jailer, "do not always brood over what is impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.

I hate this life of the fashionable world, always ordered, measured, ruled, like our music-paper. What I have always wished for, desired, and coveted, is the life of an artist, free and independent, relying only on my own resources, and accountable only to myself.

In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.

On what slender threads do life and fortune hang.