It is well we cannot see into the future. There are few boys of fourteen who would not feel ashamed of themselves at forty.

I saw a great Newfoundland dog the other day sitting in front of a mirror at the entrance to a shop in Regent's Circus, and examining himself with an amount of smug satisfaction that I have never seen equaled elsewhere outside a vestry meeting.

But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.

It is so pleasant to come across people more stupid than ourselves. We love them at once for being so.

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.

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

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