If there is one person I do despise more than another, it is the man who does not think exactly the same on all topics as I do.

I can't sit still and see another man slaving and working. I want to get up and superintend, and walk round with my hands in my pockets, and tell him what to do. It is my energetic nature. I can't help it.

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

It seems to me so shocking to see the precious hours of a man's life - the priceless moments that will never come back to him again - being wasted in a mere brutish sleep.

Life works upon a compensating balance, and the happiness we gain in one direction we lose in another.

Opportunities flit by while we sit regretting the chances we have lost, and the happiness that comes to us we heed not, because of the happiness that is gone.

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