Life is so unlike theory.

It is very difficult to say nowadays where the suburbs of London come to an end and where the country begins. The railways, instead of enabling Londoners to live in the country have turned the countryside into a city.

I do like a little romance... just a sniff, as I call it, of the rocks and valleys. Of course, bread-and-cheese is the real thing. The rocks and valleys are no good at all, if you haven't got that.

It has become a certainty now that if you will only advertise sufficiently you may make a fortune by selling anything.

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

There is always a piano in an hotel drawing-room, on which, of course, some one of the forlorn ladies is generally employed. I do not suppose that these pianos are, in fact, as a rule, louder and harsher, more violent and less musical, than other instruments of the kind. They seem to be so, but that, I take it, arises from the exceptional mental depression of those who have to listen to them.

Fortune favors the brave; and the world certainly gives the most credit to those who are able to give an unlimited credit to themselves.