A large family party is rather too much like a flight of tomtits; everlasting twitter, but no conversation; gregariousness without companionship.
You have not fulfilled every duty unless you have fulfilled that of being pleasant.
The fact is - nothing comes, at least nothing good. All has to be fetched.
Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.
Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, but of pence.
Experience shows that success is due less to ability than to zeal.