the best of all good friends is pride.
There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.
It is seldom that the imagination is disappointed in the 'ancestral piles' of England.
The French are a race of individuals. There is no type.
A man is more than one being in his life. If the last persists, why not the first? If there be a hereafter for his age, why not for his youth?
It took me years to learn that character is fate and that no one can be made over.