Romance is very pretty in novels, but the romance of a life is always a melancholy matter. They are most happy who have no story to tell.

It is hard to conceive that the old, whose thoughts have been all thought out, should ever love to live alone. Solitude is surely for the young, who have time before them for the execution of schemes, and who can, therefore, take delight in thinking

Late hours, nocturnal cigars, and midnight drinkings, pleasurable though they may be, consume too quickly the free-flowing lamps of youth, and are fatal at once to the husbanded candle-ends of age.

The greatest mistake any man ever made is to suppose that the good things of the world are not worth the winning.

If a cook can't make soup between two and seven, she can't make it in a week.

Success is the necessary misfortune of life, but it is only to the very unfortunate that it comes early.

It's dogged as does it.