When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.

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

Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs.

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

The odour of Burgundy, and the smell of French sauces, and the sight of clean napkins and long loaves, knocked as a very welcome visitor at the door of our inner man.

The proverbial Englishman, we know from old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly, and the Englishwoman goes a step further and takes her pleasures in sadness itself.

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity.