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

There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?...Was ever anything so civil?

This at least should be a rule through the letter-writing world: that no angry letter be posted till four-and-twenty hours will have elapsed since it was written.

That girls should not marry for money we are all agreed. A lady who can sell herself for a title or an estate, for an income or aset of family diamonds, treats herself as a farmer treats his sheep and oxen--makes hardly more of herself, of her own inner self, in which are comprised a mind and soul, than the poor wretch of her own sex who earns her bread in the lowest state of degradation.

After money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.

Here in England the welfare of the State depends on the conduct of our aristocracy.