Expression is the mystery of beauty.

When one is in a good sound rage, it is astonishing how calm one can be.

The Management of money is, in much, the management of self. If heaven allotted to each man seven guardian angels, five of them, at least, would be found night and day hovering over his pockets.

No author ever drew a character consistent to human nature, but he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.

As a general rule, people who flagrantly pretend to anything are the reverse of that which they pretend to. A man who sets up for a saint is sure to be a sinner; and a man who boasts that he is a sinner is sure to have some feeble, maudlin, snivelling bit of saintship about him which is enough to make him a humbug.

Death is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.

Patience is a good palfrey, and will carry us a long day.