There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

Wine is valued for its price, not its flavor.

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.

Little bits of things make me do it; — perhaps a word that I said and ought not to have said ten years ago; — the most ordinary little mistakes, even my own past thoughts to myself about the merest trifles. They are always making me shiver.

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

In these days a man is nobody unless his biography is kept so far posted up that it may be ready for the national breakfast-table on the morning after his demise.

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