There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.

As to happiness in this life it is hardly compatible with that diminished respect which ever attends the relinquishing of labour.

I have read - nay, I have bought! - Carlyle's 'Latter Day Pamphlets,' and look on my eight shillings as very much thrown away. To me it appears that the grain of sense is so smothered up in a sack of the sheerest trash, that the former is valueless....I look on him as a man who was always in danger of going mad in literature and who has now done so.

Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.

He possessed the rare merit of making a property of his time and not a burden.

I hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes.

A man's own dinner is to himself so important that he cannot bring himself to believe that it is a matter utterly indifferent to anyone else.