It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.

It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.

Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.