We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

Being poor is a mere trifle. It is being known to be poor that is the sting.

Truth and fact are old-fashioned and out-of-date, my friends, fit only for the dull and vulgar to live by. Appearance, not reality, is what the clever dog grasps at in these clever days. We spurn the dull-brown solid earth; we build our lives and homes in the fair-seeming rainbow-land of shadow and chimera.

We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can't do without.

It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.

Ambition is only vanity ennobled.