Whilst you live a very little religion seems enough; but believe me, it requires a great deal when you come to die.

But have you never noticed that when one has been trying to do something really good one is much nearer committing some special sin than when one keeps on in the selfish, matter-of-fact prudence of minding one's own business, and that alone?

Death is the last fact of which we can be certain.

men change less than is imagined; their after life is only a kaleidescope combination of the elements of their character at the period of adolescence.

society ... is tolerant of crimes, and long suffering with dullness, but it shows no mercy to those who are different from other people.

Our wishes never seem so little desirable as when on the verge of accomplishment; we draw back instinctively, they look so different from what we expected.

People always make mistakes when they fancy themselves exceptions.