Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.

I could not conjure up one melancholy fancy upon a mutton chop and a glass of champagne.

If he were a man of strong mind, it only gave him fits; but a person of mere average intellect it usually sent mad.

It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form.

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.

Harris said, however, that the river would suit him to a "T." I don't know what a "T" is (except a sixpenny one, which includes bread-and- butter and cake AD LIB., and is cheap at the price, if you haven't had any dinner). It seems to suit everybody, however, which is greatly to its credit.

Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.