For there is no folly so great as keeping one's sorrows hidden.

The habit of writing clearly soon comes to the writer who is a severe critic to himself.

A husband is very much like a house or a horse.

A man's mind will very gradually refuse to make itself up until it is driven and compelled by emergency.

No living orator would convince a grocer that coffee should be sold without chicory; and no amount of eloquence will make an English lawyer think that loyalty to truth should come before loyalty to his client.

To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods.

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