Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

Snobbery, being an aspiring failing, is sometimes the prophecy of better things.

You want to hate somebody, if you can, just to keep your powers of discrimination bright, and to save yourself from becoming a mere mush of good-nature.

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

I know that unremitting attention to business is the price of success, but I don't know what success is.

Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.

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.