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

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

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

A cynic might suggest as the motto of modern life this simple legend-"just as good as the real.

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.

What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!

No man but feels more of a man in the world if he have a bit of ground that he can call his own. However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep; and that is a very handsome property.