Heaven, as conventionally conceived, is a place so inane, so dull, so useless, so miserable that nobody has ever ventured to describe a whole day in heaven, though plenty of people have described a day at the seaside.

Find enough clever things to say, and you're a Prime Minister; write them down and you're a Shakespeare.

The whole world is strewn with snares, traps, gins and pitfalls for the capture of men by women.

Hell is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.

In an article on Bunyan lately published in the "Contemporary Review" - the only article on the subject worth reading on the subject I ever saw (yes, thank you, I am familiar with Macaulay's patronizing prattle about "The Pilgrim's Progress") etc.

One man that has a mind and knows it can always beat ten men who haven't and don't.

Effectiveness of assertion is the alpha and omega of style.