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

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.

Flippancy, the most hopeless form of intellectual vice.

I have the happiness of a passing moment, and what more can mortal ask?

One of the shining moments of my day is that when, having returned a little weary from an afternoon walk, I exchange boots for slippers, out-of-doors coat for easy, familiar, shabby jacket, and, in my deep, soft-elbowed chair, await the tea-tray.... [H]ow delicious is the soft yet penetrating odour which floats into my study, with the appearance of the teapot!... What a glow does it bring after a walk in chilly rain!

Have the courage of your desire.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self compassion.