Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.

The world is full of poetry as the earth is of pay-dirt; one only needs to know how to strike it.

One discovers a friend by chance, and cannot but feel regret that 20 or 30 years of life may have been spent without the least knowledge of him.

A woman set on anything will walk right through the moral crockery without wincing.

Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.

If you do things by the job, you are perpetually driven: the hours are scourges. If you work by the hour, you gently sail on the stream of Time, which is always bearing you on to the haven of Pay, whether you make any effort, or not.