When a man is ill nothing is so important to him as his own illness.
The habit of writing clearly soon comes to the writer who is a severe critic to himself.
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.
Wine is valued for its price, not its flavor.
It's dogged as does it. It ain't thinking about it.
I doubt whether any girl would be satisfied with her lover's mind if she knew the whole of it.