It is hard to rescue a man from the slough of luxury and idleness combined. If anything can do it, it is a cradle filled annually.

Till we can become divine, we must be content to be human, lest in our hurry for change we sink to something lower.

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

I judge a man by his actions with men, much more than by his declarations Godwards - When I find him to be envious, carping, spiteful, hating the successes of others, and complaining that the world has never done enough for him, I am apt to doubt whether his humility before God will atone for his want of manliness.

When a man wants to write a book full of unassailable facts, he always goes to the British Museum.

Life is so unlike theory.

Easy reading requires hard writing.