Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!
The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.
Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.
Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.
Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest blooms from the precipice on either side.