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

Being a husband is a whole-time job.

Ninety percent of the friction of daily life is caused by tone of voice.

The test of a first-rate work, and a test of your sincerity in calling it a first-rate work, is that you finish it.

The second suggestion is to think as well as to read. I know people who read and read, and for all the good it does them they might just as well cut bread-and-butter. They take to reading as better men take to drink. They fly through the shires of literature on a motor-car, their sole object being motion. They will tell you how many books they have read in a year. Unless you give at least 45 minutes to careful, fatiguing reflection (it is an awful bore at first) upon what you are reading, your 90 minutes of a night are chiefly wasted.

No mind, however loving, could bear to see plainly into all the recess of another mind.

Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.