I might give my life for my friend, but he had better not ask me to do up a parcel.

All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.

What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.