I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.

A man in public life expects to be sneered at -- it is the fault of his elevated situation, and not of himself.

Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast. If a man habituated to a narrow circle of cares and pleasures, out of which he seldom travels, step beyond it, though for never so brief a space, his departure from the monotonous scene on which he has been an actor of importance would seem to be the signal for instant confusion. The mine which Time has slowly dug beneath familiar objects is sprung in an instant; and what was rock before, becomes but sand and dust.

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.

Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.

So, Mr. Chadband-of whom the persecutors say that it is no wonder he should go on for any length of time uttering such abominable nonsense, but that the wonder rather is that he should ever leave off, having once the audacity to begin-retires into private life until he invests a little capital of supper in the oil-trade.