That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

I've sometimes thought . . . that the difference between us and the English is that the Scotch are hard in all other respects but soft with women, and the English are hard with women but soft in all other respects.

They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.

On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.

The useless men are those who never change with the years.