When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

Always see a fellows weak point in his wife.

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.

He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

There's many a true word spoken in jest.