Keep doing good deeds long enough, and you'll probably turn out a good man in spite of yourself.

I think Shakespeare got drunk after he finished King Lear. That he had a ball writing it.

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.

Only little boys and old men sneer at love.

There is a charm, even for homely things, in perfect maintenance.

The only thing that keeps a man going is energy. And what is energy but liking life?

A man can spend his whole existence never learning the simple lesson that he has only one life and that if he fails to do what he wants with it, nobody else really cares.