It is-or seems to be-a wise sort of thing, to realise that all that happens to a man in this life is only by way of joke, especially his misfortunes, if he have them. And it is also worth bearing in mind, that the joke is passed round pretty liberally & impartially, so that not very many are entitled to fancy that they in particular are getting the worst of it.

An utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.

The Past is the textbook of tyrants; the Future is the Bible of the Free.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.

Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?

In metropolitan cases, the love of the most single-eyed lover, almost invariably, is nothing more than the ultimate settling of innumerable wandering glances upon some one specific object.

I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb.