Let us play the game of life as sportsmen, pocketing our winnings with a smile, leaving our losings with a shrug.

We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach. Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment.

It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.

It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.

Splendid cheeses they were, ripe and mellow, and with a two hundred horse-power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry three miles, and knock a man over at two hundred yards.

Conceit is the finest armour a man can wear.

It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.