I believe journalism is coming to be regarded as quite a respectable occupation for gentlemen nowadays.

I do not think myself to be a worm, and a grub, grass of the field fit only to be burned, a clod, a morsel of putrid atoms that should be thrown to the dungheap, ready for the nethermost pit. Nor if I did should I therefore expect to sit with Angels and Archangels.

I do not know whether there be, as a rule, more vocal expression of the sentiment of love between a man and a woman, than there is between two thrushes. They whistle and call to each other, guided by instinct rather than by reason.

A man can't do what he likes with his coverts.

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

As to happiness in this life it is hardly compatible with that diminished respect which ever attends the relinquishing of labour.

Little bits of things make me do it; — perhaps a word that I said and ought not to have said ten years ago; — the most ordinary little mistakes, even my own past thoughts to myself about the merest trifles. They are always making me shiver.