I don't care very much for literary shrines and hauntsI knew a woman in London who boasted that she had lodgings from the windows of which she could throw a stone into Carlyle's yard. And when I said, "Why throw a stone into Carlyle's yard?" she looked at me as if I were an imbecile and changed the subject.

A guilty conscience is the mother of invention.

A fool and his money are soon married.

musicians rarely have a sense of humour, at least, about themselves.

Flirtation envies Love, and Love envies Flirtation.

Wall Street. - The abode of the Brokers and the Broke.

The wages of sin is alimony.