There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.

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 never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything.

It is very hard, that necessity of listening to a man who says nothing

A fellow oughtn't to let his family property go to pieces.

But then in novels the most indifferent hero comes out right at last. Some god comes out of a theatrical cloud and leaves the poor devil ten thousand-a-year and a title.

Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.