But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.

In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools' pleasure

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.

There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone; you can't isolate yourself and say that the evil that is in you shall not spread. Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe; evil spreads as necessarily as disease.

Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.