The real Tragedy is the tragedy of the man who never in his life braces himself for his one supreme effort-he never stretches to his full capacity, never stands up to his full stature.

Its language is a language which the soul alone understands, but which the soul can never translate.

A man of sixty has spent twenty years in bed and over three years in eating.

During a long and varied career as a bachelor, dear spouse [mock platform manner], I have noticed that marriage is usually the death of politeness between a man and a woman.

Worry is evidence of an ill-controlled brain; it is merely a stupid waste of time in unpleasantness.

All wrong doing is done in the sincere belief that it is the best thing to do.

I think it rather fine, this necessity for the tense bracing of the will before anything worth doing can be done. I rather like it myself. I feel it is to be the chief thing that differentiates me from the cat by the fire.