That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.

That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.

For one thing, I know every book of mine by its scent.

Money is time. With money I buy for cheerful use the hours which otherwise would not in any sense be mine; nay, which would make me their miserable bondsman.

Human creatures have a mervellous power of adapting themselves to necessity.

A pipe for the hour of work; a cigarette for the hour of conception; a cigar for the hour of vacuity.

It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.