I make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more.

Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul.

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?

You must remember that a woman, by nature, needs much less to feed upon than a man, a few emotions and she is satisfied.

What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.

Truly nothing is to be expected except for the unexpected.

I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am.